Monday, June 7, 2010

A pretty view

Whenever I look up at a building, I try and imagine what it would look like to someone about to jump off. Its very twisted. All the tiny people, surrounded by their bubbles of naive happiness and contentment, all looking forward and walking about. And then there is all the rooftops and clouds in pretty colors and scattered patterns. There is something vaguely romantic about it all, for me at least. Having the power to bend your knees and jump off leaving behind the facade of normality and giving everything up for final contentment. Some people call it a view, and I call it death. Its funny how differently I see everything.

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