For a moment, I thought it was over. For a moment, I thought I would be over. For a moment, I thought I could never be over. But all that didn’t change what happened. And I still keep planning and regretting it.

I should take a long walk; at least I know where I am most likely to end, and even if it is a standard route, I do not need to see it as visited before.

The landscape is vast, and I am just part of the scenery. But I could never find the best way around on my own. So, I will keep on strolling.

Wear no disguise for me—come into the open.

It is a bit windy here, but I like it cool. It slows down the movement and makes me embrace the situation.

This is simply unavoidable. It is just a path that is not straight, but my movement is straight on anyway.

Even turning around does not mean I am stuck. Perhaps I need a pause. Or even a longer pause. That could mean I doubted the whole journey, but even that constantly changed.

I guess the movement could remind me of that.

It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not.

I could follow along and keep adding more ideas to what I thought before; I mean… it IS kind of entertaining. But I begin to feel like being removed from the scene. Is that really something that supports me?

Maybe I can just move on and see what happens if I do not feel as if I need to change everything. I still do something, but it is more like an experiment, not a contract.

The guarantee means nothing, but the intention remains unchanged.

But ’til that mornin’ there’s a-nothin’ can harm you.

The next situation can be scary and dangerous. But it can also be easy and manageable. And sometimes, it is just not worth mentioning. So, what am I looking for?

Everyone gets lost sometimes, so I get lost sometimes as well. I should remember that, and if I can lead myself the way, it is not such a bad idea to support others if they ask me to. Everyone might also enjoy directing themselves and others as well.

You are always welcome.