the sky is green today like every day. Birds fly and cats yell help me . help me. We ingore it all why does it matter? ..The gold fish cry and men die every day. yet we stand and go on with our busy lives while the families mourn. Today is a good day we can fly pass all the blood and death together as we go on with our loves and hates. Iam as allways alone crying dead and sorry . Because I brought children into such a world. Yet they live on in torture and terror. chilhood is over for them hopefully they did not suffer much . I spared them the beatings and the filthy painful life as a child that I once endured. Some have learned but most have learned little and go on the same path . Why? The sky is again black the wild birds fly again looking for prey. perhaps today I will die and not teturn and face such a world again.