I haven't updated in awhile, have I? I'm either a) too lazy or b) nothing happens in my life. I'm leaning towards the former. I've been at ends with myself over personal turmoil, unfortunately I doubt anyone can help me. I've found that Braodway Music can be particularly soothing when I'm unhappy, and that's alot of the time. Well, I guess I still don't have much to say, so I'll bore you with yet another Love Sonnet.

Love Sonnet VI
She shows more love than the gift of a rose
I would rather see her than a flower
One’s love for her cannot be shown by prose
All bend to her will, such is her power
I can be with her only in my dreams
In the real world these wishes fall apart
My visions of her, tearing at the seams
The desecration of a work of art
In the blight of my life she is a pearl
How she lifts my sorrowful spirit up
She is so much more than a simple girl
For her I pour my soul into a cup
She is music to my personal din
My feelings for her shall be held within