The Walk

Sometimes when my head is all cluttered and my brain is blocked I love to take a walk all by myself. It doesn’t really clear my thoughts or make me feel better or anything, but atleast I don’t have to deal with the ‘are-you-okays?’ and ‘do-you-wanna-talks’. Somethings cannot be explained or  even expressed and it is annoying when people keep pushing pity towards you. Sometimes I don’t even need pity, I’m in a neutral mood but very deep thoughts. That’s when I just get up and start walking. I have a favorite path. I tend to pick favorites. And its best if this whole brain jam thing happens at 4’o’ clock because that is my favorite time. Then I just walk and walk… I don’t need music… The sky is pretty musical that time of the day… Then I go that bridge I love… It has an amazing fountain near it… It doesn’t work, but the idea of it working is pretty amazing. After a while I don’t even know where  I am going. I can walk for hours without realizing and trust me I walk fast. Walking is the only activity that truly lets me be alone. Sometimes you just have to take a break from all the petty talks. Then without even realizing I am on my way back as the sun starts going down. That is the best part of the walk. Everybody is going home. It’s like there is a communal ‘Ah! home’ vibe in the air. It is amazing. Not inspiring, not poetic, not rejuvenating but necessary. The walk.