The only step.

Reminds me of a song, perhaps forgotten in the memory. The way to a dark sky, some messy tears. 

Reminds me of a battle-hardened soldier, resisting to the last bullet. 

Perhaps not an illusion, but it reminds me to the moon, waiting for dawn firm. 

And I just see a red dot in the middle of a distracted city. Which never sleeps, which remains attentive to the overflowing river. 

The never forgive, and never forget. A huge bridge makes way for a spiteful city. The only step between light and shadow, to life and death.

The only way through the hustle and calm.