I climbed down from the fence and walked up to the bridgehead, I kept on either way, for some reason, hoping that someone can actually look me in the face and say “It would be hard to describe, but I am quite sure that, if you hold on much longer, everything will soon be OK” I needed that appeasement in any way to dispel the tumult of my immolation,

but everyone else seemed unmindful, for that I jumped on the edge of the bridge and on the underside laid the ocean, without hesitation I hurled myself over. It was my regret, and with increased desire to be saved, for what it’s worth, I then knew no one really cares.