abitofanish

buildings

And the buildings crumbled and the rock's fell.
So we asked ourselves 'where from here?'
We wandered through the dusty streets with our wardrobes in black plastic bags.
We searched for others, heard faint cries, but had no luck
Were the cries in our minds?
Were we crying out? - to ourselves or perhaps the unknown of the dusty broken city.
The winds started blowing, the pavement alive with whirling fragments of the once bustling city.
The air was cold on our faces and harsh on the wounds we held onto like lottery winnings.
It was all too familiar but all too new to our eyes.
The streets a shattered jigsaw puzzle of mixed up direction and structure.
No structure. All was a blur.
We were in a devastated denial, wanting it to be over whilst not believing the truth of destruction.
Our so called family homes were rubble, no signs of sunday dinner or photo albums of the past.
It was all dead. Gone. Nothing.

****i wrote that on the train today...i was going to chatswood to buy pants. black pants. did i find some? yes. did i find some i liked? no. two hours of my life.....wasted... damn westfield.