A poem

The wind howls through window glaze,

The City lights; a distant gaze,

And as the people drift to sleep,

I sit on my bed, I blog and tweet...

Thought Overload

It has now gone 6am. Perhaps I am destined to sleep days?

Although, 'perhaps' is a rhetorical ornament and is therefore invalid. Perhaps my life is rhetorical?

...

YES!! It worked! I yawned at my self-confusion... I shall close the lid on my thoughts for another day and walk through the door of imagination into dreamland...

Bye for now x

Another thought

Every so often, I like to let my mind wonder.

I say every so often.

Everyday I let my mind wonder.

There... that's better.