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.


EC 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!