Days like these are a nightmare for me.
These are my bad days.
By most standards (including my own,) not really that bad at all.
Beneath the surface of my skin, creativity is boiling.
You can almost catch a whiff of rainbows,
as they attempt ooze out of my pores.
No resolution.
There are bars encasing my brain.
Unable to escape,
the rainbows fester in the turmoil that is my creativity.
