Blown out windows

“I’m flying way above the clouds, in a plane with no doors and blown out windows…

I’m screaming, but nobody can hear me, my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces and scatters into the clouds,

each little piece falls to the ground, a million tiny pieces, left in a million tiny places,

my heart is everywhere yet nowhere at all.

A constant sickness, I’m all over the place, yet nowhere at all.

It feels like freedom and yet I’m safe, because I’m not everywhere or anywhere at all, I’m right here with you…” 

-Brocarde