We’re all daughters and sons and brothers and lovers, sinking the same way all in a line. Living in quiet danger, neighbours to strangers quietly dying. We’re all the one’s that got away. There’s unanimous cries of help over the seas every second of every day. Our mothers held us when we were young, now we just wait for our stitches to come undone before we ask any help from someone. Or no one. The sky isn’t falling anymore. I woke up in the middle of nowhere, stumbling about. I fell asleep on the cold ground. I shivered instinctively, and watched the night fall down. The sun wasn’t so kind. Business men walked briskly like spies. Nobody heard me crying. My heart is filled with sorrow for the dying.