I am a lonely bridge.
I cannot exist, have no reason to exist, without two sides.
I am strong and brittle, I weather all storms.
Every season except spring is an attack.
I define the staccato song of crowds.
When alone though, I am silent.
If I weren't so definitively a noun, I would be a verb.
No one stays for long, except for the ogres underneath.
They bring me no comfort.
2 comments:
Welcome back home kid! I missed you!!?
Yr phone is on e book stand. Yr welcome! :)
P.S. Fix up your Skype.... Ka-bish?
Gahh! i'm beat. everything's fine there. she's fine. thanks for the late fav.
umm, so no text from him? or call? nada huh? woah, i have absolutely nothing to say. disappointed to be honest.
fine. over it.
skype soon. serious case of jetlag. call ya in a few hrs. later. thank u again ry!
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