something extrordanary happened on my drive home from school earlier tonight. i was thinking about someone and how depressed they make me as i drove up onto the I-84 bridge. as feet of pavment flew beneath me i saw only the horizon as it rose in front of me. i saw the moon rise above the concrete barrier large as the sky itself. surrounded and nurtured in a blanket of grey clouds i witnessed the man in the moon weeping. his face reflected the own anguish i feel over a life never meant to be. i noticed one of my all time favorite songs was playing; a never-fail beauty of symphonic indie. as i watched my own soul 3.8 quadrillion ångströms away, the city spread out below. twenty miles of suburbs twinkled in front of me. as the bridge crested it began to curve, drawing my sight away from the suburbs. slower then time and at seventy miles per hour my city swirled around me. skyscarpers stood tall as millions the millions of people surrounding me ceased to exist. it was love and beauty in its purest form, me taking my city in. everything that had been weighing on my mind in recent weeks and hours and seconds vanished. almost brought this cold hearted bitch to tears.