the bridge

i was imagining myself standing on the edge of the unfinished bridge. i was in no hurry. in fact, time somehow stood still. it was a magnificent bridge made out of stone arches. the deep blue sea down below glistened in the sun. the breeze was just right. the warmth was not too hot. just across was a mysterious island. i wanted to reach it for some reason i can't explain. no matter how hard i tried it never got completed. when i tried to look back, my bridge came from an island after all.


it made me realize how futile it was to build it all by myself. it will never reach across that way. some days i wanted to destroy the bridge i was building. it kept reminding me of foolish dreams. what a wasted beautiful bridge. maybe someday i'll stop trying building that bridge, when i'm already too tired. when it keeps on leading to nowhere.


i'm beginning to hate myself for keeping on coming back to you. i've tried to so hard so many times to destroy this feeling. i thought i have already won.


it also made me realize it wasn't really about the unknown island. my dream was about building this particular bridge. there are days i just want to enjoy the unfinished bridge. sitting there, taking my time, waiting. it's a dead end road no one passes by. i was on my own alone. i had all the time in the world to think and keep on thinking. what a magnificent bridge. 


or maybe there was still some hope in me that someday it will be finished. i wonder what's on the island....