Splinters

The weather was entirely wrong for the occasion.
The sun was shining bright and the world seemed utterly indifferent to what I had lost. To what we all had lost.
A storm was raging inside me while everything around me was bursting with colour, all the birds and all the bees humming sweet melodies.
Without any effort on my part my feet carried me home. Or at least to what remained of it. Where there once had been a house only ruins remained.
I need to find a new home. Mine blew up.

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