Isn’t walking a simple act and yet it unleashes so many words our mouth couldn’t tell? Here is one of those thoughts I met yesterday:
I am not happy nor sad
I am not eager nor reluctant
I am not excited nor unenthusiastic
I am not joyful nor depressed
I am neither of the two opposite poles you could think of
I am probably in the middle
The middle I don’t know how to call
I couldn’t qualify it as contentment either
I feel like I am floating in a space not knowing where is West or East
Not even a Northern star to see anywhere
How I wish I am confident that I’m just lost
But how could I be lost in a place that was not mapped yet
And, the next time that I walk, I hope that I could at least find a compass.
larswrites 