I feel the rooftop lift away, leaving chaos in its wake. Observing the stars flicker and fade, I try to feign concern, but deep down, I know I never could, just as no one truly does. It's all slipping through my fingers, as our clothes fray too often and our teeth grit too frequently. It goes on for as long as it can endure. Yet, I can't, I can't bring myself to embrace this reality. It's something I simply refuse to accept.