Glancing at my book the page my marker was set. Then a brief altercation and the pages shredded without a sound. Cast away into the crowded sorrow I hide the strands of paper falling through my fingers onto the floor. The new pages to the side are written with pens of fabricated smiles and signed with the hopeful promise of a sunrise tomorrow. The clouds shuffle about in an attempt to block red and orange flowing through my shades. Glancing downward the clouds falter and the colors blend and paint gray shadow, red torchlight, and yellow beams on my half parted smile.