70 storeys in the air, and I am looking down at the city below at night. I need a moment to be with myself, but the conversation has to go on, and I phase out. The view is beautiful. Silent blinking lights. We sit at the ledge and stare down curiously at the tiny moving cars crossing intersections, lost and empty. And we think maybe one more sentence we string will make those feelings go away, but I only hide them.

What did I do wrong? Move on, move on.I have got to move on. But I am stuck.