Painted woods(part 1)-The bridge

The birds were singing again.I hate it when they mock me like that... and they knew exactly when to do it.

The bridge couldn not take my weight.I had always been someone whose new pants always got too tight after sometime.I always needed new pants.New pants made me look good.

And i thought'maybe if i try to cross the bridge,it wouldnt break at all...and even if it does,i dont think i'll get washed off by the river..i can swim'.i saw him walking towards me,the skinny guy...and i remember the trees dancing.Weird.Trees werent supposed to dance.I dint like him much and i dont know why i did'nt either.i was a 'liker'. I liked everything...everything that dint make me think.

He was something of what i wanted to be.Smart.Funny.... Yes,i hated him from the start. We talked,not about bridge.I think he did not want to talk about the bridge.We talked about the river,the pebbles,the fish,the lands,the trees and the plunge.He told me he needed new pants too,his seemed to grow too big for him every other fortnight.
Then,we looked at the bridge.He told me i should not get on it.He told me it'd just make things worse for people like him.I punched him,told him all that i can do right now was to let him go first.I could hear to the roaches now,and all those wierd six legged creatures heaven would not let in.Creepy.There was one on the ground,it came for judgement.I sent it down to the furnace.The skinny guy had stepped on the bridge.The wind was trying to throw him off his feet.I was tempted to go too.The river would like his meat....Maybe,it would be like two friends gone out for an evening swim.The night was irksome now.Painted ink blue.I just wanted to go to sleep.
She would be waiting for me on the other side.Naked.In front of the fire.....