Ashes

As ashes fell, I realized that my whole world was burnt. Everything I've ever known was crumbled into pieces, dissolving and fading as fast as snow melts. But in my own stupid, little head, I stood there in the middle of it all and stared at all of the pieces, seeing some sort of beauty in how slow it was all finishing, but how fast it all happened. What is going on inside my head? I was running from the fire just to turn around and see that it was already burnt out. I don't know what any of this means. But I stood there, and fell to my knees, and wondered, is my world falling apart, or it falling into place?