there's this place near my old school, i used to walk past it all the time and admire it, and then one day when i was tired and sick i went inside to seek comfort. i figured, so many people had passed by this place, this bridge, this path that lead to the unknown; and maybe never once stopped to learn it's roads. so i decided to explore it, i crossed the bridge and then kept walking, i knew by now i was completely out of sight from the universe, submerged in this new world, engulfed by what it had to offer. i walked along a forgotten path, rediscovered the beauty that was so close to the surface but hidden just inside. I observed the intricate details of this new place; the quiet, the sad. i listened to all the stories it had to tell, the ones it hadn't told anybody in so long. i stayed, because i think it was important to the place, i think it wanted me to be there. i could have sworn that something blossomed the day i caressed the forgotten bones of it's majesty, so many things have always lived inside here but i think i helped give it a new kind of life, the kind that makes the rain less cold on your skin. and it did rain that day, and i sought cover where it could not be offered, and upon exiting this land of dreams and a warped sense of reality, i saw the sign that read 'Danger: do not enter' and although i knew it better now, i never went back to that place again.