Here is a poem I wrote in the fish tank. I sit in my cell and theres nothing to do. All day long I think of you. I dont know how much longer they will keep me in here, but I know Ill be home in less than a year. These last 3 weeks sure have been long, but in this place you have to be strong. I sit in here hour after hour, and every other night I get a shower. You got your choice a shower or a call, but a bird bath is no problem at all. My hair is dirty and my armpits stink, but thats ok Ill wash up in the sink. So how is the weather is it alright? All I can tell you is if its day or night. So I drew a sundial on my wall, so Ill know when I can make my call. It tells me when its time to eat, and the night light tells me when its time to sleep. After the first week or mabye a couple of days later we made 5 dice out of toilet paper. So we play and play for hours at a time and while we play we sing songs that rhyme. Well, 3 weeks have past and our dice have worn out, hopfully this week they will be moving us out. I dont know where they will be sending me to but wherever I go I will be thinking of you. I could go on and on if I wanted to but what is the use it would only bore you. So what im trying to say in the mist of all this is, JUST ONE LETTER FROM YOU COULD CHANGE ALL THIS.