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
fire
not in
ice,
but in
stillness.