Across this goddamn bridge. I smell the potent flowers, dancing and singing, on the sunnier side ahead of me. Their vibes are making me quite weary. What a wonderful world, full of nonsense and play. Too bad this bridge could break at any moment.
I’ve lost my hold on the ties that have kept me close to my desires. I’ve lost my family to this ongoing rage that is mutually among all of us. I’ve handed over my brother to the father of death. I’ve misplaced my affection for the very people who created me. Now I am left alone, to dwell on the could-have-beens. But I’m not complaining, this distance is of no concern to me. I don’t miss when we were close. I don’t miss what we did to make our love stronger. I don’t have much to say, but my house is full of strangers. I don’t even know the girl I see in the mirror everyday.