#420 aptly numbered

if you can't say something nice

don't say anything at all

says every mother

and so i sat in my cloud on my couch

sat with my clouded friends, away from humanity

then i heard cleaver

on problems and solutions

and it all seemed so black-and-white

i got off the couch

out of the cloud

then discouragement hit

i realized every time i joined a solution

i added to a problem somewhere

gave up meat, put my neighbour out of work

turned off the light bulbs, found myself in the dark