It's three a.m. and I want to go to bed....good song. So yeah, I had to take a break from that paper, it was driving me nuts. You know, if anything, it's actually harder to write than I though. If that's possible. Man, am I tired. And this is acutally my second attempt at this post...first was funnier, but stupid computer messed it up and I lost it. It makes me sad. So yeah, it's getting late....or early depending on how you look at it. Wow, can't...make....words....make....sense. There we go. Caffiene is definitly wearing off at this point. So yeah, I think I'll post something now since it is technically tomorrow and I didn't post anything yesterday...technically. So I was going to post two things, but I can't find one of them (there's a shocker) So I'm just going to post this one. It's a sonnet that I had to write for english class. Therefore, it rhymes, is all about love, and acutally has punctuation. But I like it anyway. So here we go. You know what, screw the paper, I'm going to bed. But I'll leave you with this one.

Full Circle

Love is like the morning sun

Drying the glistening tears like dew.

Gentle is love barely begun,

The hope that will hope renew.

The love of mid-day noon is sweet,

Stronger than the knight’s tempered steel.

It is a might no power can defeat;

No wound exists that it cannot heal.

Bitter is the inevitable approach of night,

By pain, the sky is stained blood-red.

Long and hard is the useless fight,

But darkness brings the realization—love is dead.

Alone, dewy tears fall now once more,

Shining, as jagged diamond shards, scattered on the floor.