begining

As I stare at the walls around me.. the creative juices begin to flow.
The night is dark and teh damp chilly feeling of fall fills the air. As I sit having a much needed smoke.. I bask in teh beauty of fresh air... and in the death of the smoke that fills my lungs.
It has been a hell of day, one I care to never re live. I hope as time goes on teh sorrow and regret move on as well. I know in my heart it never will, it will just be easier to deal with.
My hand shakes as I take another drag. The breeze blows the color chnging leaves. My eyes fill with tears.
No beauty will ever replace the beauty of my Mother. my mother. I weep. smoke encircles me.. I ache and I wish I could change today.
My mother is dying . My mother is going to leave this eath in pain, not peacfully.
I weep.
My very soul feels cold.