You turned to the sky and asked what color it was.
I said the sky resonates with the beasts inside people tired of the world dragging them down. The screams that go unheard. The monsters who say that others are invalid. The cracked pillars holding up a society destined to fall apart.
But there are spots—moments—that are brighter than the rest. The stars listening to their favorite song. Little feet walking for the first time. A puppy’s yawn. They’re quieter but brighter than the rest.
And soon, they will take over.