Walking.
Walking.
Smoking.
Walking.
Smoking.
Smoking.
Walking.
Walking.
Eating.
Eating.
While,
Walking,
Smoking.
Eating.
Smoking.
Walking.
Eating.
Walking.
Smoking.

As I sit, the waves crash in. The gentle wind blows against my face. Sand brushes gently. Food releases me from my stitch. Take a sip and eat. Light up a cigarette and observe the waves crash in.

Walking.
Walking.
Smoking.
Walking.
She.
Walking.
Is she.
Smoking.
Walking
Crazy.
Walking.
Hospital.
Smoking.
40 kilometers an hour.
Walking.
40 kilometers to hospital.
Smoking.
Is She.
Hospital.
Crazy.
Walking.
She is.
Smoking.
Perfection.

Slowly meandering my way to nowhere in particular. The breeze eases behind me, moving me onwards. The ease of nicotine smooths me as I journey onwards.

Walking.
Smoking.
Older.
Walking.
Feeling.
Smoking.
The feeling.
Older.
Feeling.
Older.
Older.
Older.
Walking.
Smoking.
You.
Smoking.
Older.
Are you.
Feeling.
Walking.
Smoking.
You.
Feeling.
Older.
Trailing.
Walking.
The world.
Trailing.
The world.
Smoking.
In.
Out.
The world.
Open.
The world.
Close.
Smoking.

As I light up another cigarette I trip over the curb, in the center of the road. The world continues around me. I continue not looking where I'm going, finding nothing and feeling relieved with this.

Walking.
Bouncing.
With the.
Smoking.
Clarity.
Walking.
Stopped.
The stopping.
Walking.
Saving.
Smoking.
The drafts.
Saving.
Smoking.
To the left.
I am.
Behind.
Indicating.
Checking.
Smoking.
Walking.
Left.
Behind.
Finished.
The finished.
She.
Is She.
Smoking.
Walking.
Progress.
Progressive.
Perfection.

I wonder up my driveway and wounder if I remembered my keys. A quick check and I am relieved. Sit and relax. Empty my shoes of sand and begin to re wounder and think. Begin to write. Write of the journey. Write of her.