Pedestrian cloud I am home when the water runs out when we’re bleached see-through when we cant leave home when there is nothing to do. We’ll hide in the sea till it all dies down and under a black star ill eat my own heart. All the life in pictures, and life in sound, all the life in feeling and all the life that’s written down will be done again. We will make all the same mistakes till a culprit cloud blocks out the sun. And we’ll freeze again and everything will be preserved till when time eats its own heart.