CURIOSITY KILLS MORE THAN THE CAT

What’s on the other side?

Strange sounds are emanating

from the thick blanket of trees.

You can only see darkness and

the slight rustling of leaves.

You know you want to cross the bridge.

So you begin the shaky walk across.

The bridge sways with each footstep.

Should you continue?

You hesitate but you move forward

step by halting step.

You reach the other side.

There’s a loud crashing sound behind you.

You quickly turn to see the bridge

falling into the water below.

Now you are on the other side looking back.

You know you want to go back.

But it’s too late.

Human nature might have dictated your wants

but the bridge has dictated your reality.

A GARDEN OF FLOWERS

atraversso:<br /> Come and explore my daydream with me.<br /> We are in a garden full of flowers.<br /> The birds are chirping.<br /> The leaves are rustling in the trees<br /> as a soft wind blows.<br /> A stone staircase looms before us.<br /> If we follow this staircase,<br /> where do you think it would take us?<br /> To another garden or to a quaint house?<br /> Let me close my eyes.<br /> I see another garden with peach trees.<br /> Beneath the shade of the trees,<br /> sits a lone bench surrounded by red roses.<br /> I sit down on the bench to enjoy the view.<br /> Achoo!<br /> I forgot it’s allergy season and I’m allergic to roses.<br /> If you don’t like this ending, you can imagine<br /> any ending you would like.<br /> That’s the beauty of your imagination.</p> <p>

atraversso:

Come and explore my daydream with me.

We are in a garden full of flowers.

The birds are chirping.

The leaves are rustling in the trees

as a soft wind blows.

A stone staircase looms before us.

If we follow this staircase,

where do you think it would take us?

To another garden or to a quaint house?

Let me close my eyes.

I see a secluded garden with peach trees.

Beneath the shade of the trees,

sits a lone bench surrounded by red roses.

I sit down on the bench to enjoy the view.

Achoo!

I forgot it’s allergy season and I’m allergic to roses.

If you don’t like this ending, you can imagine

any ending you would like.

That’s the beauty of your imagination.