In the twilight, it seems to be so lonely, depressing and emotional. Thoughts seem to be forgotten and unsettle. My canton doesn't feel the same anymore. I arise with pain threw my entire bag of bones. The house , so clammed up. It doesn't utter or make harmony. I catch my mind, speaking so many words. Enough for me to write, on paper. Only coming out in puzzles. So I find myself sitting, gaping around. Praying I had a wellwisher. Someone to hold me tight, telling me everything is going to be alright. Someone to rub my head, putting me to sleep. A slumberland so gentle and sweet. Relaxing my thoughts. Easing my words, so I can lose this weight. This weight breaking my back!