it felt almost obscene, that blue, a robbery of my usual gray, like the sky didn't have the right to be that beautiful when everything inside me still feels like a landfill, a place where all the bad decisions and half-formed dreams go to rot and then the sun blazes through like it's some kind of redemption arc, but what is it redeeming, really, is it even mine or just something i'm borrowing for a second before the clouds roll back in and everything tastes like guilt again and then the sky's just showing off, flexing its beauty privileges right in my face, as if to say look what you're missing, and maybe that's the whole point, to remind you of what you could have, or what you could be, if you weren't so damn busy wallowing, maybe the sky's just an asshole with good intentions… not sure why im even saying this