11:12 p.m. - 2009-06-23
and the bridge will be so old, the boards loose and most missing, the ropes along the sides tattered and useless, and the rotting wood smell will make your head spin.
but you will get there, and you will cross it.
and you will get to the other side.
and you will keep walking, your eyes still closed, with fear
fear driving you forward. hope from the moment before
what anyone thinks (what HE thinks) is your destiny. it's already been created.
the bridge is behind you.
and there will be