I don't burn bridges. I make up imaginary ogres who live under them and prevent me from crossing. They say mean things to me. "You are a burden. Nobody wants to talk to you. It doesn't even matter if you're there or not" They scare me and that fear keeps me away. I stay away so long that if I ever do get the courage to cross the bridge again it's too late. The bridge is rotten with missing planks and unravelled ropes.
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