Dark, yes it was so dark night. I was wondering why the city looks so gloomy today in despite of powerful city lightening. And it was raining heavily on my face, I didn’t care. I wasn’t sure why my face was full wet. Was it rain or tears? I was on my way to favorite place, the place that gets rid of my problems. I had too much to let it out.
Brooklyn Bridge.
This is where a story begins. 3 years from now I was watching “National Geographic Channel” while lying down on my old dusty couch. That night was dark as today and pouring-boring.
I had my ears half-open and eyes closed ready to go to sleeping heaven, but I heard reporter’s movie-trailer voice saying “this bridge lost lots of life but saved more”. Curious how many people changed their mind from jumping off.
Old rusty bridge, expected to be under the water soon, still stands over the ocean. It was time to realize why the bridge still stands over the water. It holds too much trust, that’s why. That was when I wanted to trust this unbreakable bridge.
Here now I am on the first tower of the bridge, where the path begins. I can yell, cry, curse or jump … i can do everything on this empty bridge. Nobody would be here to interrupt you nights like this, when it is raining. My old ipod earphone was already wet even though I had hood on. So it was probably raining hard. Having more than ten drinks in a local bar, didn’t make any buzz to me. Strange night, really strange. Walking through the bridge between the towers I was so happy that I’ve come here, like having a chance to see your friend who passed away, saying how much I missed him. All of sudden it felt like someone was approaching towards me. I had loud music in my ears so that I could not pick up any noise. Seeing young lady with ruined make-up on her face made me think she was crying deep inside and out. I was saying in my mind she should stay on this bridge. I am not going to bother you. I am done. It’s all yours now. She gave me sad look as if she heard it and kept going down the bridge. After a while I said “See you next time, my friend” to the bridge and was on way back home. I am feeling better now, much better.
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