Care For the Sad....

It is all so mysterious your words they are so fine and kind of mine that are indescribable and unspoken that are shrouded in warmth of breath and soul that your words seem to say I seem sad and what it might be pray I am comforted and allayed and my heart beats in smiles that my sadness is sensed whatever little vestiges of it creep in soul on matters small and bits thousands of miles hence that there is soul in the greater humanity sense connected just by data that is doing not just earth but meta so gracious and so decent and it is not past but pretty recent that you touched me so tender and soft that I was moved and turned sad when I was actually not. Grinning ear to ear on the sumptuous helping of caring I do receive..along with delicious apple pies!