I feel the roof lift away, leaving us exposed to the night. Everyone around me seems distant, like silhouettes lost against a backdrop of dying stars. I'm trying to muster some sense of concern, but it's elusive, just like it always is for everyone else. No one truly connects, and maybe no one ever will. Can't you see it’s all slipping beyond our grasp? Our clothes too often tear, our jaws too often clench. We cling to the moments as long as they allow, but I can't bring myself to accept this. I can't accept this reality at all.