I walk head down, counting the steps, counting my breaths and my heartbeats, feeling my lungs expanding and contracting, my muscles tensing under the effort.
I walk but I am going nowhere, I am running in circles, and I feel like the same old tune endlessly repeating, dispersing itself in the void.
I walk because I am tired of running, and I walk because I am tired of the pain.
Drops falling down and disappearing into the earth. Roots sucking the water, lymph running up to the farthest extremities.
Look up, the sky.