it was a pleasant morning, oddly enough,
the kind of sunrise that would make anyone believe.
the explosion itself was actually beautiful,
greys, peaches and creams mushrooming into the blue.
if not for the constant foghorns blaring,
or the ringing in our ears,
it might’ve been just an exquisite mirage.
Topic: Blue Dave
it’s the end of the world as we know it
Up in smoke