Weekends have been a flash of feet hitting pavements, flitting from place
to place. I lost myself in hidden moments of solitude. I tried to walk more.
I had to work, too. Things will be better soon, honest. Just another hill.
Just another hurdle. The constant back and forth. Six of one and half a dozen
of the other. Swings and roundabouts. Never stop, never stop moving. If I
stop walking, I’ll notice how tired I am. Unlistened CDs are piling up. Books
wait to be read. I’m starting to forget what the past was like, but it’ll
just have to wait for now.