All around me
I can see chaos
swirling.
Echoing off of walls
covered in photographs and poems,
lovely words
being torn off by gusts
of harsh, empty air,
smacked to the ground.
Above me is no roof,
no ceiling.
I can see the entire night sky
all from my tiny dot of existence,
and there is a stillness,
so fresh and so close,
but untouchable.
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