I walk upon the city's many skyscrapers.
With my head just inches beneath the clouds, I reach out to find eclipses in the sky.
They tell me of two worlds.
One of joy and love,
And the other of bitter hate and jealousy.
These two worlds hang in suspension in the depths of your eyes.
They balance each other out.
Without one, the other would become unstable.
The eclipses tell me that both the worlds are suffering,
I must save them.
So I reached in,
Wrapped my hands around the worlds gently,
And crushed them.
