Sunday, October 10, 2010


I'm obsessed with falling.
Everytime I see a building, cliff, or tall tree I imagine to myself what it would be like to fall off it. I'm not interested in dying or anything, just the feeling of anticipation and fear to know that eventually the peaceful fall is going to come to an end. It all seems so harmless to me, and yet it's so terribly tragic. Sort of ironic, huh?


  1. I do that every time I'm high up. It was actually quite dramatic at a Canopy Walk I went on last Saturday. I'm not suicidal. A real cheerful person, me.

    It's just visualizing it that I like. Sometimes I like it a bit too much. I'm a danger to myself.