When the roads become tangled, allow yourself to tread the dark. Indulge in its fragile serenity but never feel alone. As, you know, where no one sees, love still shines the brightest.
The bridge on which he stood could be walked not more than two ways they said. "Lies" he claimed as he jumped off, hurdling towards the greyish hue of concrete reflected in his now not so far faded pupils.