Hey, everyone. Today I am back with my new swell. And today I'm going to speak a short poem on my feelings have wings. Now, you could be happy and I won't know but you will not happy the day I watched you go and all the things that I have wished I had not said are played in the loops till it's madness in my head. Is it too late to remind you how we wear and not our last days of silent screaming blur?