I go to many places but I don’t feel I belong anywhere, this feeling haunts me a lot. I like walking and contemplating all around, people, traffic, hidden things. Just the flow of it all.
When I want to be even more present I run, come rain or come shine, oh that good old jazz. But after a long walk, this simple thing just make me want to say something – or at least I try to write some “free style poetry”.
Maybe a walk is not so ludic
No gaze no complain
Beauty is what is seek
Always even terrain
Just feeling lethargic
Galaxies ahead quite dead
Human connection a login away
Absence of silence abundant smoke
Posture correctly not to be a threat