Late night walks

I love to take walks. I love them because it is an easy mechanism for exercise, a way to focus, and a way for me to cool down. I take one at least every night. My neighbors in the apartment must think I'm a pacing fool, but I'm taking full use of a quarter mile ring. Lately, my thoughts have been about clearing up misconceptions I have about myself and others. Quite frankly, I prefer to have my original thoughts. Simply because it is easier that way, but I am not about doing things the easy way anymore. I'm continually thinking I'm a worthless individual and not worth talking too or even acknowledging, which is simply not true. As for my thoughts on others, they have been brushed aside so that I can clearly see that some of them are false.

There are some things about walks I like in general. One thing I like is the rhythm of the walk. One by one, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, over and over again. I can start to breath in such a pattern that it calms my senses and expands my thoughts. I like walks because they are slow enough you can notice the small beautiful things, like flowers, an interesting leaf, or stars. The quiet, if your not listening to music, is great as well. Providing that great temp let for contemplation. Sometimes poetry comes out of these moments. Like this:

Looking at the stars
As a Prince I then wonder
Which bright star is mine.

I have always taken walks, even as early as 13 as a means to just get away from everything. You could even call it a moment of solitude. Around the block I would go constantly to get away from some of my darker thoughts. At Eastern, I would even take a walk if it was bitterly cold out. There, I would also take drives. I would drive to my old house and stare and think about how this is the last place where I remember being sane.

Entrusting in Love

-Dudley