Ya-deen's Tripping

Life is But a BRIDGE

Ya-deen lay still, wondering how long it would really take for his friends, or maybe his enemies to venture out and see whether he lived or simply began the fading away that so many before and after him experienced.  He watched through blurred vision and pain-smeared eyes as the transport of empty hearts with polluted minds - left with very little substance as if from the village sinned filled intentions -, attempted to overpower him. Where were they all going except, no where, really.