On the journey home... ...
I walked along the windy path that leads to my house.
I walked past many houses.
I saw many cars and people.
I enjoyed the night breeze though I was sweating.
I did not have my headphones that allow music to entertain me.
I cursed the heavy bag that was loaded with books.
I blew my nose as I was feeling ill.
I was glad I did not meet any cats.
I saw this guy who was walking at a damn fast speed.
I thought of many things.
I thought of what to do for a Friday night.
I thought of the things to prepare for my project.
I thought of the many deadlines.
I thought of many people.
I thought of who I can rely on.
I thought of myself.
I thought of turning back time.
I thought of the previous walks home.
I thought of my dinner.
I thought of my life, my future.
I did nothing but walked.
I did nothing but to walk and think.
I walked and walked, feeling tired and hungry.
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Thinking will only drain the brain juice in the head. Sometimes, it's a pleasure not to think so much.
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