Monday, January 26, 2009

Mostly Cloudy

He couldn't think on cloudy days. His thoughts needed room and the clouds smothered them. They needed to at least reach the sky; he didn't know where the sky began, but he was sure it was somewhere above those clouds.

The man turned around, walked home, and thought small.

2 comments:

Chelsea Lane said...

Is this a piece of something or a whole something?

Johnny X said...

It's a I don't really know, it is just how I spent my time between classes one day something.