Thursday, February 11, 2010

44: A Bad Day

You said, today was a day that didn’t smile. Asleep the sky shatters, cries confetti. A sunny day without sun. How? Ghosts wander dust-coated streets searching for lost souls, the way home from madness. You bury your face in my arm, cry. Why? Asleep then awake. Now you’re someone else.

2 comments:

Erin Cole said...

I've seen those sunny days without sun - they can change a person.
I like, the sky shatters, cries confetti

Christian Bell said...

Thanks, Erin!