10 June 2012
Lying in my bed, Need to rest my head, Rolling left, Rolling right, Eyes shut tight.
One sheep, two sheep, Damn! I can't sleep, Three sheep, meow! In my bed I leap, I take a little peep.
I find that it's my iPhone, Making noises it is prone, I turn it on and then... Hip! Hip! Let's make a toast! Someone liked my post!
I'm turning on the magic app, Which to me is like a map, Without it I am lost, With, is a universe of stories to be read, Creativity to be shed.
Poems of love and war, Stories full of gore, I'm pulled by the quotes of wisdom, Each Opuss pulls me deep, I definitely won't sleep...
(( _ _ ))..zzzZZ <--- What I should be doing... What I want to do... Being distracted by all the imagination packed in here... (３_３) Losing eyesight...
©penguin
Sleeping.................... not • Opuss № I