Blur your eyes, watch the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.

World, stop spinning... for I cannot hold on any longer.

Let me exist without you.

Let me free.

Can I exist without you? Can I float holding hands with cosmic fires in the depths of the above?

 Can I lie in the fields of light without worries and doubts?

No, no I cannot.

So world stop spinning...

or I might just have to adjust.

Love,

Jen

VIII