words that mean nothing

something i thought of 👁👁

     i sit at the edge of the building. my legs hang carelessly over the edge. i look down. people. people flood the roads. screaming. there's no point in it, it's all crumbling now. somehow i find peace in all the screaming. i find peace within all the chaos. the fires blaze wildly. and yet, there's a strange calmness in me. i am not affected by it. i knew it was going to happen eventually. everything must come to an end. that's how it works. the screaming and violence isn't going to change what it is now. nothing can change it. this is how it is, and how it will be.

this isn't a poem skskskdkfj but i wanted to put it here anywayyy