today

today is that day. it's gray, the clouds are low. it's wet outside, and cold. it's beautiful. you look out across the vast of the thickening, living, tangible air and it's so heavy out you can feel it when you breathe. it's solid. miles of crisp open humid and bitter to the bone. these days are winter. the bare naked beings against quieting brooding skies. the air swims around you. and it's funny how selfish we can be. but it's all blurry, strange, and beautiful. like watercolors smearing their way across the pages of the world. and amid this promise of peace a shattering silence. an anger. when you think you've got it down, the world come back to life. when your life is no longer your own. he's dying. and he will take you down with him. when he knows you have to escape, he's barricading the door. the rain comes screaming. the snow won't fall. the clouds come lower, it's going to be cold. and the sky is so gray. today is that day.