“The sky is falling” but they thought we were mad and we were even though it really was and the clouds were hitting our heads like cotton candy raindrops so we knew it was the end, our lost days would turn into pitch black peace uttering bittersweet nothings in the lobe of our ears to lull us into forever sleep, dreamless hours and eternal rest so we stood under the crashing comets with no wishes to waste on shooting stars with our hands clasped together just waiting, quietly knowing that we…