The Call of the Void

Intrusive thought
Comes from nowhere
On this vacant highway
Far above
The world seems small
below me, speeding into curve.

The space beyond this sudden urge to launch
The thrill of falling
Endless plummet into space
Call of the void
The ecstasy immaculate
No thought of ending
Only escape the bonds of gravity
A moment’s madness, disregarded
What if the stars had lined another way
Would someone make a different final choice?

A thought in passing.

Falling - Matara Sri Lanka Photo by Sasha Set on Unsplash
Photo by Sasha Set on Unsplash

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