On the brink of just “letting go”. The alluring call of the void; tempting me more.
The call of the void is a whisper in the wind, tugging at my heart, like a haunting presence that lingers in the corner of my mind. Like the siren song that beckons me to the edge of the cliff, daring me to lean a little closer, to stare down into the abyss that lies below.
Like an urge, a temptation to jump when standing on a tall building, or to swerve into oncoming traffic when driving on a deserted road, or to touch the flame when it dances so invitingly in front of me. It is the primal urge to defy gravity, to challenge fate, to test the limits of mortality.
The “call of the void” is a reminder of my fragility, impermanence, and insignificance in the grand scheme of the universe. It is a harsh whisper of mortality that caresses the skin, sending shivers down my spine, a reminder that I am but tiny specks in the vast expanse of time and space.
But it is also a call to embrace the unknown, to surrender to the chaos, to dive headfirst into the depths of my own darkness. It is an invitation to explore the depths of my psyche; to confront my fears, my demons, and the darkness that resides within myself.
I wanna heed to the call of the void; embrace the darkness and the light, to dance on the edge of the abyss and revel in the chaos that surrounds me. For in the darkness, I may find my true self, my purpose, and my destiny.
The “call of the void” is a symphony of contradictions, a paradox of existence, a reminder that in the depths of despair, I may find a spark of hope, a glimmer of light, a promise of rebirth. So I want to answer the call, to embrace the void, and to transcend my limitation as I soar into the unknown.
03/01/2024
2am thoughts.