January 29, 2022

walking and keep roaming, through the myriads of hills and sheers of tears, but i keep walking, yes i do. passing by the long bench-- i thought i would at least be able to catch my breath before strolling further, but winds are throwing pebbles. 

and i am here, now, am so restless.

it's only four weeks since the new year commenced, yet i am already so beaten.