litrica com... reading it... writing it...

I'm obsessed with the cliff's edge. I'm so tempted to step off just to feel the velocity of the air and the speed of travel and the impending doom... but I don't want to die. I want to descend rapidly and destroy the world beneath my feet.

I'm obsessed with the space under my bed. So dark, so cramped, possibly even ridden with pests, but somehow still so inviting. The darkness mocks me for my deviations from reality and questions why I don't allow it to wash over me. In the world of lights, I'm different. But in the darkness, everyone is the same. *the maniacal laugh is here*