The bridge goes on for seven miles. So long I can’t see the end from the beginning, though I know it does end; I’ve walked it. It’s a long, lonely walk. Especially now, when I’m the only one here. The sunsets are beautiful. The storms are beautiful. The water is beautiful. I’m the only one to see. I used to wish for more peace, for more time, more uncluttered stretches of beach and bridge. Now I just wish for one more voice out of the darkness.

Inspiration: http://ng-photo.livejournal.com/385564.html