i don't actually feel this way, but...

Wow, so i couldn't sleep last night, at all, so for some reason I made up this poem (if you will). PS I NEVER ONCE SAID I WAS A POET (it sucks and i just wrote it here for myself so don't feel any inclination to read it @_@)

No man is an island, but I am no man. I am alone an island rooted as the oceans of life swirl around me. The palm trees swaying in the warm breeze are my finger tips reaching to the forever untouchable sky. My breath is the tide coming in and out slowly. My hair is the golden sand sparkling under the sun's rays, rapping around the shore. The grasses are my eye lashes blinking off to the horizon for a future and a dream that is only that, just a dream...

::cough:: if you actually read that, told you. ok now go off and do something besides hanging on myspace (unless you leave me a comment or message that is ^_^)