Zona

Sunlight pours through dirty windows like a romance whose transgressions are revealed. The brilliance soon blinds my eyes to the faults that I see when the distance fades the light from our day. The shadow rumors, that I ignore for reasons I keep inside. The fear of knowing how the world fails me is overshadowed by my knowledge of how I fail the world so I choose to hide it all with smiles and vision that only sees other smiles. It is then that I long for the comfort blanket of gray clouds.