There’s a madness within
that roils my soul,
and entreats me beyond safe confines.
What is it that pushes me to the edge of the mountain
tempting me to jump
and end the uncertainty?
It’s not just wanderlust,
not just a desire for peril.
It’s a quest past aching to outright pain.
Let me jump the brane from internal peace to the terror beyond.
Can’t wait for unknowable possibilities.
Can no longer sail with prevailing winds.
I must hurl myself into the typhoon.
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
There’s a madness within
that roils my soul,
and entreats me beyond safe confines.
What is it that pushes me to the edge of the mountain
tempting me to jump
and end the uncertainty?
It’s not just wanderlust,
not just a desire for peril.
It’s a quest past aching to outright pain.
Let me jump the brane from internal peace to the terror beyond.
Can’t wait for unknowable possibilities.
Can no longer sail with prevailing winds.
I must hurl myself into the typhoon.
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