God laughs. This life is a comedy, after all. (work in progress)

the last few weeks,
everyone around me seems to be dripping,
in their own self importance...
not because they are selfish,
but because we are all covered in rain clouds.
everywhere I look,
people are missing,
falling out of love,
grasping at straws,
or sleeping under their mattresses.
I noticed only because it has been happening to me too.
a non-stop stream of events,
not really the usual "circumstances happening in threes",
but more like a piano dropped from a top story balcony.
and inside is a note that reads:
Sooner or later you were going to get hit.