A tissue flew
away on the wind.
Dancing,
and spinning,
and floating
so gracefully. 
The pure 
white tissue,
forever etched 
in my mind
against the bright blue sky.
It was remarkably 
uncomfortable to watch
something so beautiful
while I was so lost
and angry
and aching with pain.
I wish the world would
stop reminding me
that everything is ok.
I just want
to wallow in 
this ugly 
broken life, 
but I guess this means
I'm not allowed.
I guess that
I'll be happy, 
that stupid tissue
deserves that much.