Its nights like these that you pine for a notebook and a nice pen to write. Anything.
But even this works!
So where shall we go?
Its nights like these when going to sleep seems like giving up. I just wish that the morning didn't follow for once (a late non-productive night on the PC leaves a trail of ulterior motives to justify this whim!) ...
Even with my drooping eyes and overexhausted ears I can go on for ages, with every ticking second lighting up my path- and I find myself being led into that elusive grove of trees again!
So hard to believe that that's what I want now, knowing as I do that I'll want to come back soon!
Is it just me?
