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call of the void, curiosity of unknown, fleeting, imp of the perverse, l'appel du vide, poem, psychological phenomenon, urge to jump, window sill
Perched on a window sill
12 feet above the ground
I gaze with awe at the vast dark sky
Lost in the sound
Of the gentle, slow hum of cars passing by
Then,
My eyes wander to the asphalt concrete below
And I experience an unusual yet familiar urge
To take a leap
To answer
The call of the void
Often, I’ve encountered
This bizarre psychological phenomenon
A subconscious rebellion
Against rational behaviour
The Imp of the Perverse
Driven by curiosity of the unknown
Rather than suicidal ideation
This urge
However irresistible
Is always fleeting
And never overwhelming. .
Bottled Up Sentiments. . 
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my first Reblog! i love this.
Really glad. All the best, fellow blogger :)
Very pretty.
:)
It’s far better not to jump. Thanks for sharing.
Of course it is. Life is beautiful. Thank you for taking out the time to read.
I jumped out of a plane once, but I had a parachute. And it was fabulous!! Don’t do it without the parachute or you can’t do it twice. Twice was fun, too. :-) I never went three times. The urge is there, but the memories are enough.
Oh wonderful. I’ve always wanted to do that though paragliding was fun too.
I’ve always wanted to paraglide, too. :-)
Sanah, Greetings :)
Life is much more than rationality and irrationality, black and white, love and betrayal, joy and sorrow.
I still sense the same somber in your writing. Hope you’re doing well. Gn :)
I’m doing great, thank you. It’s been a long time since I visited your blog. Shall do that soon. :)