I went for a walk. Twas a lovely walk; a wandering around my neighborhood. I started out with the sun beginning to peak through the clouds, and sink towards the western sky.
The Clouds over my head darkened, while the clouds in front of me split for the sun to sink, like the splitting of the crowd for royalty.
Rain begins to fall from the pinkening sky. Cooling my warm skin.
I've found my walks the perfect place to have my own moments to not think a thing. To put my right earbud in and listen to the world through my left ear. To watch the world pass by with my eyes, and the story of my mind with my heart.
I just let my mind play in ways that it can't do except for the times that I'm walking, and wandering the neighborhood I'd know blind. The houses I grew up knowing, skipping over the marks on the road I've always known, while watching memories pass through my mind like a movie. Memories of walking with my mom, or riding my bike with my sisters. Memories of a familiar male face under the starry dark sky; Halloween with trailers of family, then friends dressed up more than they ever had in their "childhood" years.
Whether my mind plays romantic scenes on the streets for me to watch, wandering with prince charming as he pours poetry into my ears. Or maybe it plays something more morbid and dark. Usually, it's something more somber and twisted. Leaving me in a fairly fragile mood for moments after a return home, but builds me up more, when I am able to gracefully pull myself back into reality.
The most thinking occurs while not thinking at all. The truth of your wishes and desires form with out thoughts and knowledge to intervene. Feelings with music mesh with the consistent padder of your feet, this foot in front of that, that infront of this; until they become a Beautiful Walking Dream.
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