For the past few weeks you have been,
My constant companion and always seen,
At my side or in my hands,
Even when my friends make demands,
I still want you most of all,
I don't even care that you're kinda small,
Because you're everything to me,
My one and only: PSP. <3
As always, he was in a state of concentration. His fingers were pressed together in a steeple, and his violin lay neatly across his lap, its presence ignored for the time being. His grey-blue eyes were closed and his mouth was a single, apathetic line that conveyed how deeply lost he was in this trance-like moment of calm and contemplation. The flat was completely silent- the television was off, the laptop unplugged and shut down, and there wasn't even a tinkling of porcelain cups and plates. Mrs. Hudson was more of a housekeeper than she would like to admit, cleaning up the boy's dirty laundry and ever-growing pile of washing up whenever it
