well i am in a troubled spot at the moment. chaos and illness are creating an isue in family and friends thats where this came from. well hee we go. Sorry if there are mispellings. and i guess this is ore of a poem.

I sit here under the tree's and think of sadness. It's all over. Sadness fills the air. It's the sound I hear in the night. The creeked weird quork of the wolf's howl in the night is all that needs to be expressed, for I know it's for you he howls so mornfully. And as the night goez on I howl too.