walk out for supper and pancakes for supper, 28/5/12
walking thirty minutes for food (with my family, but not really, more like with my walking playlist) made me realise how i’ve yet to take a walk-forreal-walk this year, and how much i miss this feeling. my walks were such a hallmark of the end of last year and they’ve become as important for my feelings as writing has and i don’t know why i haven’t taken the time this year to walk from somewhere - nowadays i call mom or i take a bus and i miss being less lazy than this, this felt like what infinite would feel like