The river flowing in front of me has paved herself a curvy path,
From her bank where I stand,
She looks like a downturned smile,
Like, a very disapproving expression,
Sure,
Even the river should know I'm a disappointment.
On the other side though,
There stands a young boy,
I think how on his side the river should
look like a beautiful half moon to him.
Sure,
Even the river should know he is a total national treasure around here.
I stand there a while and look in awe at his life.
Then,
The boy looks up straight into my eyes and
points at a bridge I'd never before seen in a life time of being here on the downturned smile side of the river.
He beckons me to cross the bridge,
As though he thinks I belong to the side of the half moon.
I don't move.
I can't deserve it.
I was born on this side for a reason.
I didn't deserve to see from the view point of national treasure people.
The boy notices my lack of activity,
He then covers his mouth with his hands,
Trying to make a microphone and yells,
"IF YOU ARE SUCCESSFUL IN ONLY CROSSING THAT BRIDGE YOU'LL DESERVE BEING HERE. YOU SEE BECAUSE, IT IS THE ONLY THING THAT CREATES THE DISTANCE, THE DIFFERENCE"
That,
I think,
Would be the only thing,
I remained alive to listen to until now.
I, look at him with a determined look on my face and
I run the best I can and climb on to the weak rope bridge,
The only connection between the two completely stand apart fates on the either side of me.
I make it onto the other side,
The boy helps me down the bridge.
Then, gives me a tiara of made out of flowers,
My eyes bulge out in wonder!
This is the first time I'm seeing flowers,
They don't grow on the other side.
I put the tiara on my head,
We smile at each other and look at the river together,
It's a half moon.
Even she knows I changed my fates.
I turn around to look up at the boy
And,
to my horror,
he has disappeared,
into the air.
The last that I see of him is his body dissolving into the air,
Where he just stood before is now a rain of fairy dust.
I'm left there alone,
The bridge broken and
The tiara fallen,
I notice,
just now that the flowers on the tiara were wilting.
