The bridge

When you reach the point of no return, you get stuck with the "and" of yin-yang, "or" of yes-no, the "gray" of black-white. You feel it coming and you feel ok. How could something so wrong feel so right? Oh, your guts would then tell you, he may fly away. We're so happy. Don't you cry. I'm gonna catch us a lullaby.

Go and stand at the end of the bridge. Close your eyes and feel the gentle breeze that caresses your face. Hear the whistle of the wind as it hums through your ears. Raise your arms and let no fear embrace you. I'm really careful that I hurt no one. Who really matters? So farewell your heart. And this is all. I found no one. It matters not.