5 38 am pdt [ skydiving III ]

I woke up with the single image of the world spread all apart below me. Every minute that passes from my jump the idea of it becomes more terrifying. The height, the speed, the weight of myself and this man on my back pulling against the harness keeping me afloat.

I know I wasn't alone; there was a man with me doing all the work, but this was still something I did alone, something I did for myself. I had a singular experience. Other people may do the same thing, but the exact jump that I did was mine alone. I saw the curve of Monterey Bay in all it's glory. I search the ground for Matthew, video taping me. I got motion sick when we spun around (apparently very uncommon at that altitude).

I know this will continure to haunt me for days. I keep wanting to share the details with Matthew. I keep wanting to make it known. But it never will be. It will forever be etched inside of only me. So strange.