Thoughts on a Thursday night…

Title: night walk

I can feel my legs, each part bending feeling the weight of my body on it, stabilising the body making me stand up straight. I am amazed at how many processes are involved in a simple step. We have no wasted limbs to spare, down to the bare minimum. I want my thighs to grow…

I step outside, it is cold and in many ways I do not want to be here. But here I am. I have left my apartment this evening as after two days in doors I am thinking that it would be healthy to be outside for a moment or two. To clear my head, breathing in some fresh air through my nostrils and feel connected with the earth. To be going at the same pace as the world round me…

I feel tired and energized. But I keep walking I don’t know what reason I do so, maybe to tire myself out. But maybe because I feel as though I am not done with the day, that the day should wait until I am done with it. So I keep walking well into the evening, watching the sun dip below the city and the shadows grow long…

Now I break into a sprint, I feel the wind rushing against my hair. I love the pace. I look left and right briefly before making my way across roads, I feel so alive. My heartbeat, blood flow racing, sweat on my neck. And I keep pushing on as though I am running from something or someone…