I was wondering today, what it would feel like to voluntarily jump off of a building. I think I would pick an overcast day. Some time in Spring. How ironic.. the season of renewal and birth. One where if you closed your eyes, you'd still feel sunlight and the wind would blow against your face. It's so difficult to imagine that feeling. How you're finally, for one or two seconds, free. I wonder if you'd feel so many things at once that you can't feel at all. Or if you feel what you want to. Do we feel? Do we truly feel? Who judges what we're supposed to feel? God? Buddha? Jesus? The Devil? A hand painted gnome in the neighbor's yard? Yeah, it's probably him.. 
I'm not suicidal. I just like to imagine death. Something I can't comprehend. So foreign, yet so simple. Does anyone else feel the same way? Or am I just walking alone here, per usual.. =]
Life is so interesting. So is death. Will we ever truly know anything?
Sorry.. I've been having epiphany's lately.
I want a poloroid camera. Or a twin lens reflex.
I'm not suicidal. I just like to imagine death. Something I can't comprehend. So foreign, yet so simple. Does anyone else feel the same way? Or am I just walking alone here, per usual.. =]
Life is so interesting. So is death. Will we ever truly know anything?
Sorry.. I've been having epiphany's lately.
I want a poloroid camera. Or a twin lens reflex.
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priapos:
Hola, Tex! Without epiphanies, I'd get so bored. People often wonder at the directions my mind takes, but I won't stop taking those radical left turns for them, or their little gnome either. 
kittyvalentine:
I think that trying to understand and comprehend death is quite normal. I know I think about it a lot. Helps to keep things in perspective, at times. I don't think I fear it anymore, more I have a 'morbid' curiousity about what lies beyond... xx