it's always something more

.....my first thought was "it has to be a mistake"
                               you see, we were just right here. here! at this very place. you walked right up to me and you said

"hey! are you depressed?"
"huh?"
"are you depressed?"
"n..no. why?"
"well i've been watching you for the last half hour. from the bench over there. you see it?"
"yea..it's like, right there"
"okay, so i've been watching you stand up here talking to yourself and i'm wondering if you're depressed?"
"well no i..."
"because i know depression. i see it all the time. and you look like you're about to kill yourself. are you?"
"am i what?"
"about to kill yourself? because you shouldn't. not here anyways. a little cliche, don't you think?"
"well i'm not so.."
"not what?"
"i'm not going to kill myself, JESUS! who are you?"
"HA! I knew it. i could tell, i was just testing you, or me really. making sure i haven't lost my intuition. i know someone who did. you know? jump? he didn't die or anything. he just talks funny and has to get help going to the bathroom now. he probably wishes he had died though. who wants to be the guy that fucked up a suicide? i mean, not me. if i'm gonna do it i'll do it right. something glamorous like a gun or a train track. something they'll write about in some "daily whatsit" news paper. my name in the headlines. "she died in a most tragic way and the world is mourning her loss" you should be glad you met me tonight! i'm gonna be famous and everybody wants a famous friend. eeeeeverybody.     so, whats your deal man?"

"uh..no deal really. i come here every night before i go to sleep. i live real close. that's my house right there. the one by that ridiculously large tree.       anyways..i come here to talk to myself or someone. god? i don't know. i guess i just hope someone hears me."

"you know that sounds crazy right? like crazy..like insane in a mental joint..crazy"

"it's not that crazy. i'm just getting thoughts out. some people journal, i talk out loud on this bridge. there's no difference"

"well the difference is that people who write in a journal don't look all psychotic standing on a bridge at 1 am talking to themselves.. right?"

"yea i guess... well hey..this was awesome. this chat i mean. but i'm gonna take off. you seem interesting and blunt and..yea. maybe i'll see you around"

"well what are you doing now?"

"going to bed"

"well i'll join you. my mom used to say to me, she'd say "if you meet a stranger on a bridge at 1 am in the morning. don't let him go to bed without first seeing you naked!"

"your mom never said that. no one has ever said that"

"well maybe she didn't but i'm still coming over. we met here for a reason tonight. and we owe it to ourselves to find out what that reason is."