A Walk In The Clouds

I miss walking.

Well, I walk a lot, everyday to work, to lunch, going home. But I miss walking leisurely heading nowhere. It's just now that I realized that I want to take a day off from work. I want to walk towards somebody.

I guess this is just one of the many boring days when I am infatuated. Alright. Fine. Crazy in love. The "crazy" part is slowly unravelling to reality every second.

Most of the time we're so overwhelmed with what we feel that we get confused. How in the world can we figure this one out? Right?

For us, the hopeful romantics, we just do what we think we must do. Even if it will cost us some negative comments from here and there, we eventually decide to go through with it. I don't know, maybe because we're so brave to fight for what we feel? It's a constant mystery to everyone, because everyone is a romantic. Stop denying.

I miss walking as much as I miss the anticipation creeping in my system for wherever I want to go. Or whomever I want to see. I don't know if you had already felt something like this. Something you wouldn't want to know. You wouldn't want to figure out just yet, just because you want to keep the mystery or because you're still not ready to face what you chose. It's something deeper than what you signed in for. But you figured it out just a little too late. You're anxious and glad at the same time.

I miss walking as much as I miss somebody.

"Come on, snap out of it." My split persona whispers as not to be heard by the other side of me.

It's hard trying to accept that I'm back being a schoolboy, having a crush on someone, eventually killing the infatuation and giving birth to something graver. Love.

And everytime I feel this feeling, it's like roller coaster all over again. Will this be something that goes for life? I mean would this be a constant thing?

It's just plain stupid. And at the same time makes perfect sense.

We identify love mostly through quotes by historians and famous people, their definition of the feeling. Of course, the church would have a different perspective of this.

But how about you? Us? How do we really define this feeling?

If all of us were empathic, I think we would know that each of us has a different definition and perspective of this feeling. We really can't have one definition for it.

It is only now that I'm experiencing something unconventional. And I think I'll have a feel of it as I grow up.

I'm a designer by profession, but I'm an artist at heart. I define subjects in tactile form. I have this habit of associating people with what animal I think represents them.

Well, it's like warm water. It takes form with whatever vessel it's in for the moment. Warm because it unclogs every emotional clot that I feel. Sometimes, I just close my eyes and feel the warmth of the feeling. Like a hug. Like a kiss. A hot fudge sundae.

I miss walking.

I miss walking as much as I miss someone I just saw yesterday.

I miss walking a lot.