anthonycq:

I like to take walks.

You will never know who’s to come.

It’s like Christmas, you don’t know what you’re gonna get but you just know you’re going to get something.

So, I just walk and look.

It was a beautiful day today, the sky was blue, beautiful blue. The kind of blue that you can only remember seeing in the best of your childhood blue.

Yeah, that blue.

The trees swayed and it was a bit cold, but what does it matter how your skin feels when you’re in a picture filled with perfection.

It was busy, everybody was moving back and forth, here and there, some laid on the grass and read, some did nothing except sleep instead.

Ah, the atmosphere. We’re all grown here, yes?

I walked for many minutes and cut here, cut there, wanted to see everyone and smell all the air. It’s my drug. What’s there to think when there’s so much to see?

I don’t like going in circles, I don’t like it one bit so I stopped and sat on a bench.

I seem to make good companions with them.

I sat back, put my hands on my thighs and smiled.

Everybody had something to do, everybody had something to do before this, everybody is here now.

And there’s so much to know about every single one of them.

But I don’t simply ask, that would ruin the feeling in the air.

I learned to not fondle with things so much, I haven’t had much luck, so I didn’t get up.

I read a bit, the good ole story by, bless his soul, Jack. I also stumbled upon this book out of nowhere, literally fell into my lap.

And I don’t question it.

I do not ask how.

I just appreciate the air.

And not even worry how I got here.