I sit while the world stands. From afar, it laughs and claps and sings and smiles and breathes. Inhales, inhales. inhales. In the distance I see a mountain with a cross that glows at its peak. Sit in between squares and lines that shine. A blow of the wind, a harsh breeze but even the flowers don't dare move. Perfect and linear. The world stands, walks, races in between squares and lines that shine. My mind demands a pause. Train of thoughts [crash!] is soon replaced by habitual chain smoking. (Memo: exhale) A need for continuity, and a hope to unfreeze. This part of town is empty, only the ghosts of yesterday's night lurk around, and so I sit while the world stands.