You were younger, you didnt expect much from dawn.
You were cruising around with your blue eyed friend, kidding about who would be the next person to be seduced.
Cruising around at the roundabout.
Cruising around at the merry-go-round.
What did you really want back then?
So you kept on going. Life was easy, wasnt it?
Your world was small.
Then you spread it.
You had to move. Learn a whole new life... Cross the bridge... See what's on the other side. The other side always seems better... and it is.
You got there.
You met strange people.
They are different.
All their good points seem to have so much more effect on you than their bad points. You learned how to live with them and soon learned how to love them. Strange people have that kind of unpredictible particularity, they can just appear in your thoughts or in your bed and make you feel so worthy, you then start to expect something from life.
You have thoughts of future, of "later on".
Thinking that it wont last quickly became a great fear of yours. In Tibet it is said that nothing lasts. Its not just something you read in a tourism magazine...
You experienced it.
Time and place then changed.
You had to come back on your side of the bridge. But your own world then became the most unknown world ever. You lost your way back, you lost something, you forgot your life elsewhere. You talk to the people that you met on the bridge. You cross other bridges, you hope to be able to stay on some other sides.
What made you think of these blend of worlds as the worst and the best at the same time? Now tell me, did you ever expect to live forever with those strange people you think about everyday?
Did you ever expect to cross more bridges and show strange people to your strange people?
Dont you think that strange is better than unknown?
Dont you think that fear is more dangerous than curiosity?
Dont you think that crossing bridges is the way to know what scares you?
Yes, you will tell me, there is no fear with strange people. They have this particularity... They show up in your bed and make you feel worthy!
Favorite year: 2006.
Favorite city: Philly.
Favorite sound: a tenor voice singing the blues.
Favorite drink: Stella Artois.
Favorite idea: peace.
Favorite thing to see: 352 showing on the cell screen.
Favorite position: sweating on a damn skateboard!
Its red and 5 meters high:
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