Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 71

for one more thing. He hopped onto a bus that took him down to
Brooklyn. He didn't bother checking what time it was, instead he
followed the guidance of the bright full moon and the glimmering stars.
He got off a block away from the Brooklyn Bridge. Once he got to it, he
didn't hesitate to start his trajectory upwards and once he was at the top,
this feeling of infinity ran up his spine. This, this right here, is where he
belonged. Not in some classroom with 30 other products of society. No,
Brandon needed to be here. Where time, society, and expectations were
replaced by the glimpse of what he called paradise. He grabbed his
camera that was around his neck and took his first shot of a place he
knew as home. Seemed like a pathetic picture of concrete as the bridge
isn't the most attractive site but this gave him warmth and prosperity.
This was life, this was living. He grabbed his phone, checked the time
and chuckled, before letting his phone fall onto the traffic below.
If this is insane, then it's quite insane to ever want to be sane.

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