auraginx

there is said to be a bridge; a beautiful arched bridge surrounded by an aura so dark that anyone who would cross would have their saddest thoughts surface all at once. each step would stir them, each breath would feed them. at the end lay an archway; it was here that it was rumored that these thoughts are cleansed, and true happiness will be found. however, it is mostly unheard of; as most people are driven mad and turn back too soon- while others would be brought to jump from its side. beneath is a rocky river; a river that holds the lives and sorrows of the weak. however, beyond the bridge live the strong minded, who

"it's ironic. how the water is so shitty, yet, it's so beautiful." i sit there, in the seat next to her. thinking about what i've become- what we've become. in regard to me, she's a master optimist... and me? i'm the petty pessimist. the Sun beams down on the jet-black car, in which we are enclosed, and everything else too. and as the chaos in my mind runs amuck, the voice, it gets angrier. it keeps telling me these things, these things i don't want to believe. as i untangle one knot within the chaotic network of encrypted thoughts, two more knots are created, and thus, a loop is created. a little hell, within my mind. the heat, it seems