And so they sat together in all the dark places of the world where they closed their eyes and imagined all the parallel worlds that live side by side with this one. Where a version of themselves existed where voices and words were just song and they had wings to fly on the wind. A place where there were no binds. Nothing and noone to distract them from the only goal that exists...happiness. If you listen carefully you can hear them whispering...

Tim Burton. Untitled (The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories)