And the sky was white enough to almost take me to the airport. There is triple meaning in every item

I will not save regrets.

I will not as much as open them

Maybe look inside the music box but I still have not found

the one that suits me best behind the worn dirty metal wooden dusty dry molten window.

If your guilt is as strong as mine

we can both survive in disbelief

because hours are longer than they may appear

you just count in lines and not in beads.