Wednesday, November 28, 2012
The urge to walk to the edge and fall forward was unexpected. I was crossing a bridge and walked to the edge and felt the urge to fall forwards. A strange, inexplicable calling. It draws you to the verge. Something makes you stay. That something, sometimes is not as strong as it should be. I can avoid walking across bridges. I can avoid the urge. The other day I was walking along the path I usually walk. I imagined flinging myself over the edge and down a fifty foot drop off. I saw myself tumbling down the hill side. I visioned my body laying there broken. It didn't bother me. It didn't scare me. It did not comfort me.