My last bridge to hopeful reality, who had earlier rescued me from the illusive narcosis of self-induced self-battery resulting in thorough isolation from reality, seems to have abandoned me in broad daylight on the very bridge, halfway. (Torrents of water gush frothily & perniciously under us).
I assume he is walking away uncaring, unattached from me, while I contemplate my path…direction rather.
My state of mind is befitting my position-in the middle of a bridge coming from nowhere going to nowhere, watching pensively into noisy waters.