A bridge. People see a bridge as a way to connect people, things, cities and worlds. I see a bridge as a decision of life. For those who cross a bridge can never turn back without reaching their destination. And sometimes fate isn't kind enough to let you go.
My destination was a city of illusion...from afar, no life bestowed it. The frail sun couldn't revive that city, for the dark clouds covering it seemed to cover it in perpetual rain. That day I saw the sun give up it's heroic yet senseless attempt, setting down slowly to announce the final minutes of that city's hope.
I could not turn back. No, would I want to turn back? Would I want to see this city? But I could not turn back, as somehow life carried me there. I could not turn back, because the small size of that city allured me to step on it. I could not turn back, because the bridge I was on would not allow me to.
And suddenly, the illusion seemed to wrap me, or was it just the clouds? Where was the rain? Where was the sun? Its light shined on the horizon, but I could not see it. Where were the clouds and the city that I could step on? All I could see were towers and buildings looming over me. All I could see were trucks and cars zooming past me. All I could see was life. Did life come to greet me? Or does it even know I exist?
As I looked behind me, the bridge no longer seemed gargantuan and the small city that I could step on no longer existed. All there was, was lives of my size or bigger than me; houses over my size or larger than me; roads wider my size or more stretched than me...
Maybe the city of illusion was just...an illusion. And the bridge I took...my decision.
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Anyways...laughed alot Saturday. A girl friend of my mother stayed the day and I very much enjoy her company. She makes me laugh and I make her laugh. She's a nice person.
As for Sunday, my uncle and aunt came by to my mom's house bearing an evil plastic spawn of screeching evil gift. It was an alien thinger that everytime it was turned on, it zoomed around the house like a maniac, unlike any other toys it never got trapped against a corner or a furniture. And it screeched that theme you usually hear on a carnival fair over and over again all day long. It haunted me while I was in the bathroom. >.o;
Chucky's a baby doll compared to that crossed eye, stupid smile thing-a-ma-jigger
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