I like walking.

Not running, not jogging. Walking.

I think, I could walk forever.

Just existing, into the distance.

The constant repetitive movement makes me sad. But good sad.

I could walk. But I can’t somedays. 
Somedays I walk forever.

Some I don’t want to walk out of bed.

Some I want to walk off a cliff or into the ocean.

Some I want to walk along said cliff or said ocean and take in the beauty of life.

Im not sure what today was.

It was both, it was neither.

But I walked nonetheless.