A NICE WALK

• Crinkled cryptically, crawling critters
  Catching gods leftover fritters
  Sand slips through my finger tips
  Mellowed mirrored optimist
  
  
  Rather I'd find god in scripture
  Scribbled, scrabbled on your hand
  Don't stop to try and take a picture
  There is nothing here that I demand
  
  
  I won't look for signs because I spent too long
  Record skipping, playing the same song
  On a situation my head batters
  Making too much of too small matters
  
  
  So nice to sit and let breathing happen
  Something small to make light laughing
  And maybe if you gain more courage
  I'll let you in, be not discouraged
  
  
  I'm sorry but for nothing
  My jaw unclenches
  I guess I am still searching
  For all on lonesome benches
  
  
  But you.
  

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• My intention started with following the sun. It's been so cold, It was nice to face the sun and just let it guide me forward. From there, I looked at my surroundings and chose to walk toward the very first think that caught my eye. I tracked down an open bag of garbage, a cute brown dog, and the smell of expensive coffee. After that adventure, I ended near the park. I decided to spend a quiet moment on the bench, right before I ran into a little rat, also looking for a place to rest.