The Bridge (a short story)

Once there was a bridge that can grant someone’s wish if they manage to cross the other side of it.

First, a photographer appeared and was amazed on how the bridge was built and the landscape surrounding it. But he has a problem – how can he get the perfect angle of the bridge without falling?

The bridge heard him and gave the photographer an illusion so that he may cross the other end of the bridge and therefore grant his wish.

In the photographer’s illusion, he knew that he was only dreaming, but the bridge manipulated him to get the right angle and right timing to get the perfect picture. When he came back to his normal consciousness, he found out he wasn’t dreaming.

The bridge, who was desperate to find someone to talk to, talked to him. But the photographer was overwhelmed with emotions and became terrified by the incident. He quickly ran away and never went back to the bridge again.

Next, a musician found the bridge at the midst of his loneliness and wanted to rekindle the flame that he had with his girlfriend. He wished that time that this could be the perfect place that he can use to serenade his girl so that they could reconcile. The bridge heard his thoughts while the man was strolling up to the end of the bridge. When the man looked back, he noticed that he was already at the middle of the bridge, singing songs to her long lost girlfriend. Along with his romantic gesture is the perfect ambiance – a starry night and miraculously, they were seeing an Aurora in the night sky. Right after their celebration, the man asked his girl for her hand. She gleefully agreed to become his wife and left the bridge.

Oil and Water

I'm selfish, impatient, and insecure. I make mistakes. I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best. -Marilyn Monroe (1926 - 1962) 

Oil and water. Two substances that cannot be mixed. And the worst part is that even though they are inevitably separated with each other, those two substances remain enclosed into one vessel. No matter how big it is and how clear they can be distinguished, they're still lying on the same ground.

It's like being in a room, bumping onto each other, looking at each other's eyes but there are no words coming out between us. It seems like we've been treating each other more than a stranger; or is it just the walls that we've built between us? That I can't tell.

You, you, you.

I've been thinking...what if it's been you all along?
What if it's you who made my life worth living?
after all these years that I existed?
I've been making myself too busy looking, waiting
Now I'm thinking if you really ever came into my life or even existed.

You, you, you.
I'm so crazy about 'you'
It's not 'you' but you,
The feeling that I'm feeling with you.
I'm just writing for me to remember you.

Just once, only once
Make me try to forget about you.

Savoring the last hour of my teenage year

I can't imagine how time flies so fast.
Plain words can't even explain.
Gaining and losing some friends ;
Fighting and losing battles.

New experiences and lessons learned,
We're learning who to keep,
Now we're trying to let go.

Some memories kept on haunting;
Some memories we can't recall.
But the best part is when you drop
And you'll flop your wings up above...

Now I'm reminiscing:
We used to cry for an injured knee,
We used to be afraid of the dark,
We used to be careless,
We used to pretend
that we can be anything we wanted.

Now, step back and feel the gravity,
And let me get you back to reality.

Ang Tayutay ng Handaan

*ang litrato ay nagmula sa Flickr.

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