Poetry

I Walk

I wake up, sleep in my eyes as my dreams fade from mind
I sit up.
Pulling the curtain aside I look out
Darkness still clutches onto the early morning
Socks, shoes, clothes, an oversized hoodie.

Stepping out into the cold
my shoes disturb the dew clinging to the grass
Step after step I walk.
I walk.
The street is quiet.
Strange to see somewhere that should be filled with people...
Empty.

Light begins to ebb into existence,
Not yellow and blinding but cool...
Soft,
Subtle,
Calm.

I walk.
I walk.

Up, up, up
I'm at the top, the whole town in view and this too is strange
Strange to see and not be seen
Strange to see so much and know so little.
Each house holds a story, a secret,
each shop something new, something exciting
I can see each house, each shop
and yet,
I know not of their stories,
Their secrets.
I have not yet known each new and exciting thing
I could watch for a lifetime and still not know
And this
This is strange to me

To watch and not know.

But for now:
I have pondered.
I have watched.
And it is time for me to go.
And so I walk.

I walk.

Back through the empty streets,
slowly awakening as the cool light begins to brighten,
as the soft, subtle, and calm turns to yellow
And the world awakens,
The day begins
And I walk.

I walk.

Time passes in a blur,
Get home, get ready, go out
And I'm on the bus
Music drowning out the world
and snatching the time away and I'm at school.
Never stopping always moving
To stop would be to give way to the inevitable
The inevitable being to think.
To be lost in the thinking
each thought only ending to give way to another
A constant stream but instead I do not stop.
No time to think always talking, laughing, writing, watching, walking.
Walking.
Walking.

Walking to the buses at the end of the day
when energy has depleted and the haze and distraction is fading
On the bus I use the music
I use music to prolong the haze, hold off the barrage of thoughts I know will come if I
Stop.

I keep busy when I get home but the end inches closer
The end of the day the time to lay my head and yet even then I lay and I distract
Always distracting never opening the flood gates never getting lost to the oncoming torrent
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling

And I do not stop until sleep seizes me and I am forced to.

And then:
I wake up, sleep in my eyes as my dreams fade from mind
I sit up.
Pulling the curtain aside I look out
Darkness still clutches onto the early morning
Socks, shoes, clothes, an oversized hoodie.