Im standing at the edge of a cliff,  looking down into the abyss beneath. jagged rocks creep up over the top of the waters and i gaze into the transparent fog. What is one meant to think about when they have reached the end of all things? Are we meant to wonder for our safety, because i wonder many things before i wonder that. Are we meant to wish to fly? I wish to fall through space down into nothing, onto everything. What might it be like to leap out onto the clouds and sit upon them like a god? or play within them like a child dreams of doing when she looks up at the world? What is one meant to think when they stand at the edge of a cliff? I've never been one for doing what i am meant to. The loudest voice inside my head yells into my ear that it will hurt less to break into a million pieces at the bottom than it would to never know what exists in the waters below the fog.

I just finished my third semester at Reed College in portland Oregon and i am leaving on february 10th 2015 to Barranquilla Colombia where i will start a journey through South America for an undetermined amount of time. I have never been one for doing what i am meant to.