i passed a bridge today.
there was a lake below, green and sparkling and tempting; promising peace and solitude.
the bridge was red and long, and i was stomping my feet;
trying so hard
not to jump.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
i passed a bridge today.
there was a lake below, green and sparkling and tempting; promising peace and solitude.
the bridge was red and long, and i was stomping my feet;
trying so hard
not to jump.
