<body> Psychomantium of the mind; To see, to write.
Beyond the mirror, beyond Oceanus

lies the ever elusive yet inevitable realm of Elysium. Attainable before the passing, yet only via the reflections of our inner thoughts. For only within can we find true redemption or true death. In the twilight hours before our time, we would thus pen and construct, a psychomantium of regret and forlorn hope, the leavings of many a consciousness.

Jia Xin's Pick

-
-

links

deviantart
 death note parody
 -

archives

  • April 2007
  • May 2007
  • June 2007
  • July 2007
  • August 2007
  • October 2007
  • January 2008

    •

    For Bored People



    blogskin

    layout design, coding, photo-editing,

    by ice angel



         Brushes- 1| 2

    Thursday, July 26, 2007



    Bridges

    Bridges are like relationships
    Bridges are built
    Bridges are burnt
    And some bridges are simply forgotten

    Some bridges get upgraded
    Some bridges get destroyed
    Some bridges are unfortunately left to corrode with time



    The orange ball of flame illuminating the sky
    Setting gradually over the horizon
    As darkness creeps across the land
    In a distance, lies the shadow of an old wooden bridge
    Spanning across the vast canyon

    On the other side,
    Exists a world of light and vibrancy
    Where grand bridges multiply
    Creating a huge network of land masses

    Here, remains a lone abandoned bridge
    In a world of darkness and solitude

    Time and distance
    Wind and rain
    Pounding Heavily
    Eroding Slowly
    The very foundation of this wooden bridge

    Ropes are frayed
    Planks are rotten
    History of a bridge
    Once used frequently,
    But, never ever maintained.


    No! This bridge is not broken
    It’s just forgotten…
    Is there hope for a come back?
    Only time will tell…


    Girl, tell me…
    Will you ever cross this bridge again?
    I’m waiting…
    For the sun to rise once more.

    ~A Guest~

    beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think