I decided to fall off of the planet for a while in a stasis pod that kept me kinda warm..but mostly entertained.
Out of my pod and back into the grips of reality, nothing more but fishy business and surprises waited for me. The good is hard to make out.
The bad is looming.
And the ugly is predictable.
And how do I cope?
I just see it all coming.
Watching things crumble before me is not my forte.
Being prepared for the disaster is.
And then that disaster is reduced to nothing more than pieces falling from the sky in slow motion in a grand spectacle of ill will and malicious intent.
But the crushing weight of the disaster is far from me by the time it connects with where I once stood.
I assume the pieces fall with a ruckus of bangs and booms.
But without me there to hear them, do they even make a sound?
Submission Name: The Introvert's Solitude
