I stand in my house, breathing hard...

.My house is my castle
I look out the window, and all is still:

the birds
the trees
the 747 crashing through my window

I laugh softly, as I realize that the end is near, yet it is very quiet,

A deathly quiet, a still quiet

And so I weep tears that never hit the ground, and watch as all ends, not in


not in


but in


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