I walk with measured steps. Measuring and counting and timing my steps. To make sure I don’t walk too far away, to ensure that I walk just enough, just enough to make sure that I seem to be moving, but then not too far away to seem to have left. I walk the same road every day; stop at the same places, the places where it will be difficult to go unnoticed. Every day I seem to be just the same amount of desperate, the same amount of moronic and the same amount of incorrigible. But I make sure I am different enough to not look too repetitive. I reiterate feelings; I reboot life after each night’s denial. Every day, I walk taking measured steps. Every day.
Every day, unnoticed, unwanted. Everyday unnerving, morose. Every day.
Every night is the same night, everyday there is a new morning.