The Journey to the Other Side of the Bridge

“Those who live outside the boundaries of space and time don’t see the border between dreams and reality”—he thought, as he looked at her beautiful face while they are sitting in that little place under the trees next to the hard rock that tells some similar stories. He wonders; how did that happen? Is it happening, or is it just a dream? How can the story be confused with the reality? How could he be played by the fantasy he made?

He closes his eyes and listens to the music that must have played many times in the same place over the years, thinking how would it be if they were at another time? Would this be more than a moment in nowhere? Would it be better if this was real? Or is it truer like this? A real story happens and ends, but the dream will live forever, and repeats itself with different people.

That sounds like a story of a song that was never sung, and a word that was not said; everybody knows what this means!

The story shall be written, but will never be read. It’s too true to be real… it’s like a dream. It’s about crossing the bridge, a silent song, and a heart drawn on the rock!

It’s a trip to the unknown, where you leave the world you know behind and walk into the world you don’t know… It’s when you cross the bridge to the other side… It’s where you see the picture of the other you from a distance!

As you get away from the solid and hard city, you feel more alive. Slowly human traces disappear, and it’s like you own the world! What is more stressful than being alone in the crowds? And what’s more peaceful than being alone in the middle of nowhere? Here comes the answer…

Next to the little lonely house in the forest, he sees her. What is she doing there or how does she live alone in the middle of nowhere, we don’t know. We don’t know either how they started talking or who started talking… We just see them walking together, not holding hands but they are close enough.

They look at the sun as it sleeps in the forest. It’s peaceful and quite… it’s the calm before the storm. You could hear the silent song!

Their footsteps on the grass played the music that tells the story... It’s a story of a man and a woman who have just met!

So you keep returning to the past and living it over and over, going into circles until you lose sense of time and place… you don’t remember where you come from, and you don’t know which way is the future.

It’s a curse, or maybe it is a gift. It’s something that you can’t end once you started it. It’s the spiral she drew on the paper next to the flower and the smiley face.

You lose yourself between memories and reality; yesterday becomes your tomorrow. You don’t know what is real and what is just a reflection. You are in that space where reflections hurt exactly as reality does!

To everybody else it maybe just a piece of paper bag, with some oil and scribble on it. But to me, it’s the only thing that connects the dream with the reality, or does it?

There is a part of the story that will not be written. It’s about a man who lost his mind!