before I settle down or fake another sound. if I make it to tomorrow. I'll write this down in black. I'll sell my selfish back. return what I've borrowed. I feel bad about today. while I laughed in foreign cloud your winter made another sound that cancelled out tomorrow. this world gets pretty dark. too far away I couldn't talk. It's the saturnine within me. a wheel in a white sky turned. I feel this change but what have I learned?