We, Fallen Towers

We are all so scared. We are all swallowed by the immensity. We are all standing on top of the world and screaming at the stars and we are all weeping. We are all condensed into smallness. We are all playing at mime-in-a-box, trapped by air that we made. We are all incomplete. We are all glass, scattered with rain so far away from houses and their windows. We are all sleepy. We all long to lie our heads down on that pillow, the pink one from home. We all long to dream. We all dream, and it scares us. We are all ultimate. We are all curled up in the position of the womb and we can touch the earth and heaven, hell. And our sleep which is not sleep is nightmares. We all awake but we were always awake; We all stand on the moon and scream at the stars. We all pretend we are closer closer. We all warm our backs with the sun. We all eat dirt and spit it out. We all chew leaves that are purple and leaves that are red. We all sigh. We all sigh great sighs that shake the world, tremble it. And the trembling makes us all scared. We are all scared. we are all forgettable

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