Sense Tearing Away, Art

I sense the roof tearing away, a chaotic release, watching everyone below, feeling detached from the spectacle as stars fade into darkness. Feigning concern is a charade—no one truly cares, and perhaps no one ever will. Everything seems uncontrollably slipping through my fingers. Our clothes fray, our teeth grind, and we hold on desperately for as long as possible. Yet, something within me refuses to accept this reality. I struggle against it, unable to reconcile with what is happening around me.