Please Not Another Crash

The last three days I wrote about ecstatic love, the divinity within each person.

Today while driving home at 1:35 AM I couldn't help but focus on the dashed lines, and I thought to myself, "Those lines are sad. Those are sad lines."

My energy is withering. All I want to do is sleep.

Please, not again.

I don't know how long my fragile body can bear this.

This is lady Fortune's choice. I am doing everything in my control.

So be it.