mudslingers of the milky way

you walk through a plain filled with vivid flowers. your peripheral view picks up various shades of green. several minutes of walking and there is one lonely dirt road in front of you - so you take it. you're not sure where it leads to, but you know that it doesn't lead to anywhere bad. you've hit the bottom and you're ready to throw in the towel. what else have you got to lose? as you venture deeper, the path becomes narrower and the green grass turns to dirt.

slowly, but surely, you continue to where the road takes you and you see a bridge. a wooden bridge. you walk faster, curiously. you walk onto the bridge and you are afraid at first. fear overwhelms you. but you remember that you chose to take the dirt road before, so you convince yourself there is no harm in taking chances.

you get to the middle of the wooden bridge. you admire the woodwork. you are puzzled. why is it there? you admire the sizeable gaps between each plank of wood and wonder if it is built sturdily. you go to the parapet to your left and peak your head out from over it. below you is a large chasm, and at the bottom is a rushing river. something inside you wants to jump.

you take off your shoes. you take off your shirt. you take off your socks. you stand on the railing and you look at the rampaging stream. shaking now, you get off of the railing and you depend on the wooden planks that you once thought were unreliable by planting both of your feet onto the them. you work up the courage to give your plan one more shot.

you put your hand on the railing. you stop. you feel the texture of the wood. it feels natural and it feels smooth. you reason that you don't have to worry about splinters. it comforts you. there are heads of screws driven into the planks. you think to yourself how dependent the bridge is on those small, miniscule pieces of metal.

you now put both hands on the railing and you lift your right foot. then your left. you are standing upright and are not holding on to anything. you move your head down to look below, with fear it will cause you to lose your balance. you look at your chest. you look at your arms. you don't like what you are and you don't like what you say you stand for. there were times in the past when you wanted to change things. this is your chance. you take a breath. you look up to the sky. you take another deeper breath.

another.

you start to tremble. a tear rolls down your eye.

you can't take it anymore. any pain you have ever felt - you want it gone and forgotten. you remember when you were a child that doing a cannonball was the greatest thing to do at pool parties. you think of this as a massive pool party. it's the high dive. your friends are everywhere rooting for you. they are cheering you on. you think of the lemonade glasses with one ice cube in them and the vibrant umbrellas.

the fear pours down your face and onto your neck. the fears roll down your arms. and into your hands. you want to throw your fears away and rid yourself of any reminders of hate.
this is it. it's now or never. the moment is frozen in time. it's your choice now and it's up to you. the consequences are unknown. why not take a risk? but what would everyone else say... is it wise to do this? is it really all that wise to care about what others tell you? why gamble your life just because you have a desire to do something? why not?

the sun goes down. night falls. there is darkness.






hey folks. i felt like posting. i didn't know what to say so i put on a song that i liked and wanted to see where it took me. i wrote about my trip. i'm interested to see what people got out of this, if anything. good night.