I existed on 12:03 Friday May 15th 2026
if you drive 15 min out of town, make a right at the blinking lights on the hill— it'll take you to a bridge. it's quiet, no mans land kind of vibe. sometimes it feels like purgatory — an in between spot, where quiet is kept. it's crazy that any which way from this spot— will be filled with an absurd amount of noise. but this one spot, it's quiet. which is even more odd — bc there's been noise here. feet— words. yet it's so— quiet. still almost. like the air is holding it's own breath.
It's nice to come to places where you don't exist for a moment. Or maybe I've come to just appreciate spaces where I can simply, just exist.
No misunderstandings, no fingers pointed, no manipulation, no rumors, cycles —- no far fetched plots ploys and assumptions.
No ego-induced storylines nor jealousy.
No competition nor contest to the fact that you exist.
It's just a bridge kids jump off of in the summer. A gateway to a lake day. A means to a faster commute.
But it's also a place for you to park your car and cry your fucking eyes out. A place where you can hold space to be dejected and disgusted with how people treat you — while simultaneously holding space for the fact that someone most likely treated them that way. That in any direction you decide to go from this fucking bridge— you cease to exist.
And you just realize that you really don't matter much here either, it's just quiet enough for you to hear.