Monday, June 19, 2017

When a bridge burns there are two ways to deal with it. Kill the fire and rebuild or just escape like the bridge never existed.

There was a time, I used to be the first kind. Trying to mend broken planks, tying secure knots to fill voids. But some fires are beyond my hands. And over time I realised, some bridges can't be fixed alone. There are chances you'll burn yourself.

So now I let the bridge burn. Maybe add some more fuel to it. So even if you turn around, the smoke of the fire will hide my presence.

And as that last shard falls off, I make my promise to never meet you on the same side again.

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