i know this is going to make me seem crazy,

 i sang with owls in the forest tonight. and some other birds, or animals that were hiding in the deep darkness. the moon was full, all the stars sparkling out. there is a native american burial ground on that mountain. i called out and the owls cried back haunting, resonating through the valley we exchanged our songs and cries, it was so pure and lovely. i think it was Loo. i called out to her and the forest went wild.