it's not so much a storm but just a cloud that lives inside of me he doesn't disturb so easily these days but when he wakes he goes the distance. in a marathon it takes too long open containers that sing songs you'll never dream again but you can pray i guess we only settle in to what we know i guess we always settle in, we know. but there is comfort in a world where darkness is the only thing we see and cold is all we have to breathe where expectations keep us company with the light we take to the outside will it die? i somehow hide of out control. (we lost control). it's not about the sky or the clouds that walk all over me they don't give up too easily these days but when they break they go to pieces. for a pond blood here in north set barns under a sky that knows no stars you'll never shine again but you will stay.