Walk-a-Thought

I took that walk again during my lunch break. I would have wished for more clouds to hide some of the heat but I’m used to not getting what I want so what the hell, right? (Haha!) A 15-minute walk or so around the quiescent suburbs is my dose of calm. Just trying to jumpstart this week, I guess. The past 13 days have been really intense and disconcerting and it doesn’t help much when I listen to a lot of Muse and Radiohead. So I draw good energy by switching to more of It’s a Musical, She and Him, Bobby and Blumm and some light Juliana Hatfield. They are my meds, my vitamins.

Do you sometimes feel that way? Do you feel as if you don’t belong and you’re like some kind of quirk of nature? Well, I do most often than not. My friends do not exactly understand my peculiar tendencies. Maybe because at times, I would just rather watch the sky slowly unfold into ethereal beauty than go party. But they love me anyway and I heart them too much that I wouldn’t stay holed up too long.

Well, as I turn on the corner of Schusley and Goldpark, I feel that sense of calm coming over as expected. I know myself well enough to know which hum strikes my soft spot. Oh how I just wish this August is over. I’ve always been so out of balance every year on every August night breeze. Remember my 080808? Yeah, that was some crazy. Well I have a couple of days to waste away and September will come. I will always love my Septembers and the friendship with my beloved Virgos. We all grow old but not exactly wiser. But what the hell, this life is too complex to try to fit in a music box. 

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“And Jane came by with a lock of your hair

She said that you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear"

-          Leonard Cohen