Out of the Blue

You know, there’s nothing to do when some day, out of the blue, the sky crashes down on you, or the ground gives way, all without warning- there’s nothing to do, then nothing at all, for things, well, things just fall, and people fall and then don’t get up again.

It was an ordinary day that turned extraordinary. There was no way of knowing- we thought we knew where we were going, but this time we were wrong. It was insane, and yet the pieces fit- things get hit, and then they fall. People are hit, then they fall. People are hit, then feel the dark power of resentment, they decide what it all meant, every opinion and every fact, they make plans, then they act. But no action creates satisfaction for long, for every action there’s a reaction before too long.

What now? There’s something happening, what can it be? A cop with a gun behind every tree. Well, there goes my day, perhaps my last, what can I say? Somebody set fire to his own mind, gathering power from being unkind in some mad extreme dream, a nightmare for all others around, that fierce piercing staccato sound burst forth out of the blue, through that door- nobody here knew what this day held in store- and now there's blood on the floor- pools and smears and a light gone out, a life extinguished.

Everything’s cloudy as far as I can see, there seems to be no kind of clarity to be found anywhere. I mean, is there? Forgive my incoherence but my world just isn’t making sense right now, the clouds are supercharged and loud and wildly charging through my thoughts, thoughts scattered like a house of cards toppled anew by what came at me out of the blue

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