ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE I HAVE WRITTEN. I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT SEVERAL TIMES AND EVEN HAD IT ALL FIGURED OUT BUT NEVER GOT TO THE COMPUTER TO PUT IT DOWN.

LIFE IS LIKE A FROG POND.ONE NEVER KNOWS WHO WILL SHOW UP...BUILD IT AND THEY WILL COME

SEEING THE BARK HOUSE THROUGH THE SMOKE.

THE MOUTH OPENS UP AND ALLOWS YOU TO ENTER IF YOU CHOOSE. TEMPERTURE IS PERFECT AND WELCOMING.I CANT QUIT CRYING AND I AM NOT SURE IF ITS FROM SADNESS OR RELIEF. SADNESS FOR BEING ALONE OR RELIEF BECAUSE I AM NOT ALONE... EITHERWAY THE ROCKS, SMELL IS FAMILURE LIKE I HAVE VISITED THAT PLACE BUT IT WASNT MY HOME LIKE THIS FEELS. LIKE I HAVE SAT AT THE ROCK FOR A LIFE TIME BEFORE.