Whenever I try to walk on my way home, I just kind of love that moment.
I don't feel lonely at all, but I can feel the sweetness of being alone.
Way back before, I didn't believe it when they said that I can just ignore the world when things get too heavy for us to grasp, but right now, I kinda understand what they meant within those lines.
Because with every step I take, it gives me something that running would never.
In that shallow moment when all I could hear is the noises around the street, and I would not deny the fact that sometimes I feel like I'm in an Indie Movie.
Solemnly appreciating everything that my eyes can lay to, every sound my ear could hear belonging to its radius of sensitivity, the smell that my nose can touch, and the ability for me to identify it.
I just love how it crawls up to me. Walking straight on the street where no one can read whatever goes on in my mind;
Because honestly?
I'm so tired of having the responsibility to chase everything that I need to go after.
It's just like a triathlon I have to join because I owe my country a picture of me smiling while tugging my medal between my teeth.
I'm not giving up because I am born to fight.
But now, I deeply understand that it is essential nowadays to chase after your peace of mind, rather than going after that opportunity of making your name shine in the field of light but suffering in the great depths of emptiness you have chosen by not lending yourself time to walk, who is screaming for the pain brought by the unending running of chasing.
It's okay to walk sometimes, slow down your pace, and don't run just for once.
It's okay.
Iska
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ˈSoliloquy
Poetryso·lil·o·quy /səˈliləkwē/ noun an act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play.
