Bridges in my head

I’ve built the Bridge to Admiration. It is crossable? No. This bridge was built to a place no one can go but me. I can see it all the time. It’s so pretty. I want to find a friend to cross with me. So I built a friend too. He was so scared at first. I told him I would hold his hand. He agreed, but it was late when he finally decided to go. So we left. The next day we arrived, he ran ahead of me. Across the bridge he strolled. Eager to follow, I pursued him. I caught him soon, but something was wrong…he was dead. His body was hanging from the railing, swaying from side to side. The support squeaked while his body’s ill movements proved enough. I left him there and returned home. I entered the door and lay to sleep. I was very cold, but this wasn’t unusual. My new friend lied with me until morning. We arrived early and found ourselves sitting on the edge of the bridge. My friend’s body swayed with the wind still. His body was rotting but we did not mind. My new friend gazed at me for a moment and turned his eyes forward. Then he gave the world a blank stare and he plummeted. He fell through the mist below the waterfall. I saw his body smashed up against the rocks, mutilated. This world is so lonely; I can’t make new friends, and I don’t know why they did it, but I joined them.