Walk Day

I walk and I write, to my left I glance at the water. Cows and horses in the fields. I write as loud music blast through my headphones. Hand writing is at it's worst. The road gets smaller as I look farther down.

As I walk I think about the things my mom said as she lectured me. As much as I wish it wasn't true, everything she said was so true I couldn't believe it.

I kick rocks as I walk, even though I'm writing, looking, observing, listening to music, boredom still beats me.

As I reach my destination I stop, sit, and then write.

I will walk morning and night, when temperatures our at it's lowest.

I walk and write,
I sit and write,
I dream and write,
I sleep and write,
I never stop writing.