i love walking. it lets me burn off my anger, it lets me think, it lets me ponder on the what could have happened. Like what could have happened if i didn’t send my ex that mean letter could i still be with him…would he love me a little more. Or just the other day my mom yelled at me so help me it took all my strength not to turn around slam the door and run. When i’m blocked on writing i walk. i think about names and poems and rhymes and plots.
she walked with a determined step
sweat came out of her pores
tears poured from her eyes
rain showered down from the sky
she just kept walking
trying to get through the storm
that was raging on inside and out
Walking. Walking down the street. I was walking down the street when I saw you for the first time. I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t stop walking. I was with my friends. You were with yours. We had never met. But you were gorgeous. Your hair swished in the wind. Your eyes were a piercing, beautiful gree. And I wanted to know you. But I just kept walking. Walking down the street.
The walk wasn’t quite right. His legs were the same length. It wasn’t that. It was just that one high-heeled shoe. He loved that shoe. But it didn’t match the flat he was wearing on his other foot. He was lopsided.
Again, I walk. The rain pours down on me, dripping down my face, damping my clothes. My feet splash through puddles as I tread my way to the park, catching up with my friend.
I walk to the park. It was such a nice walk, and it was quiet. I know of people who don’t have parks in their town to walk to, so I invited them all to walk with me to my park, because I like to walk with people. Walking is great for you.
i walked away, unsure, and unwilling, but i walked. it felt wrong, but it also felt like i had no choice. my pride told me i had no choice. you hurt me, and i didn’t want to be around that any more. you had been my friend, but you betrayed me, mislead. i was unsure, but i was aware
A walk to talk with myself over a day almost wasted. Close to completion but if I stretch it just enough, it might carry me to the lofty heights I use as a carrot. I hope my day doesn’t break as night does.
I walk along this lonely stretch of road, and I begin to grow weary. Where am I going? Will I ever get there? I feel I may stumble, and I brace myself for impact. But I don’t stumble. Instead, I realize that I can run. Finally.
I walk along the road. It is empty, and it is beautiful. It is also lonely. How long must I walk here? Why? I think I may stumble, but I don’t. Instead, I am able to run. Finally.
She walked into her room, backpack slung over her shoulder, and threw her book down on the vanity. She loved the “thump” of her book as it hit the wooden surface. The room still smelled like the perfume she’d applied here hours before, a sweet, warm smell she couldn’t describe.
I walked for hours, not seeing another living creature. Stopping to wipe my forehead, I gazed up. That’s when I realized… the sun was in exactly the same position as when I had begun my walk, hours ago.
in the winter I walk to and fro, between classes. I am so cold. As much as I really and truly enjoy walking, the cold makes it less enjoyable. It is, as I have found a great source of exercise when I’m in need of calming down.
I love to walk. Especially in the city. Just get lost, and walk. Nothing else. Let my feet lead the way, while my other senses get the chance to just sit back and tag along for the ride, for once.
talk, see some one walk by then talk to them for hours not just to say hello for hours to get to know them, get to know their life and what their life means to them.
The rain pours down my window
like a flying moon,
shining like miraculous buildings
in the sunlight.
I walk,
one foot onto the concrete,
leave this brick building
so enclosing me.
I feel the rain
tickle the black cloth
I’m wearing,
splash onto my cotton hoodie,
sink into my skin
and smell like
silver moons
against me.
I breathe it in.
I took a walk to clear my head. Except that it was dark and I don’t live in the nicest of neighborhoods. Rather than clear my head I just became worried, jumpy. I am usually a trusting person but, honestly, anyone could be out here. Crap.
i don’t like moving, but i’d love to walk around with you. in the snow like we talked about last night. i’m definitely down. already making cute future plans. i love it.
Walking is a wonderful ability that the human race has. I think a lot of people, including myself, don’t appreciate the powers of a walk. Where can a walk take you? A walk can take you to a destination but it can also change your outlook on that one minute, that hour, that day. A quiet walk in the serene expanses of dense woods that protect you from the outside world or clarify the outside world. That is the walk that goes unappreciated.
Sometimes we walk straight into traps. They are set by those closest to us, baiting us with words of comfort. It’s the lies that lure us in. The promises they tell us. The ridiculous idea that things might be better. The idea that we are beautiful, we are good, we are enough. The idea that we are loved. We are foolish to walk into these traps, but we do it anyway. Every time. And then they snap closed on us. There is no escape.
I’m walking to the store. I want to buy some perfume because I feel like I smell. My hands smell like fish but I hide them in my pockets so no one else can smell… if they could smell it from that far. I keep on walking.
My feet are a little sore. Yesterday i walked all day in my Birkenstocks. They haven’t molded to my feet yet. I am just lying in bed waiting for a reason to get up. It is 4:23 PM. I’m too lazy to even sit up to write this. A walk is far from my mind.
walk the dog… down through the rain… dog turn into a werewolf, rips my heart out… and I ask it… Why? It responds, i really don’t know, and replaces my heart.
Every day I’m walking, but where am I going — really? It’s as if the start button has been pushed on some robotic, electronic toy with a fried computer chip. Walk. Walk. Walk.
I walk down the street in silence. It is all too much to take in.
I’m going to die… The thought echoes around my head as I carelessly rip over cracks and stones.
I’m going to die…
i could walk for miles. any day. any time. well, specific times coupled with specific feelings lend themselves to the occasion more than other times. but it’s a good thing. on your own though. no distractions, and no external input; just you, sorting your shit out.
The weak walk away from tough situations. They make it easy; give themselves one choice. The challenge is to live through it all, not end it with a handful of silent killers. Life is hard, but the reward and feeling of accomplishment makes the trek worthwhile. The experience itself is an honor many don’t get.
I took a walk the other day. I really enjoyed the sounds of the neighborhood as I went. THe birds were chirping and the sun was shining. As the children played I thought back to when I was young. I used to love running in the field near the house where I grew up.
go out to a park, just walk, trees around you, smell the green grass and maybe you can hear the dogs, babies with their mothers, even birds, listen to music while walking, watch people around you, or dont watch, think yourself, rythm, walk faster, and dream while walking, think of your life, slow down, no sweat, dont run, walk in the samepace but be careful about the others, you are not alone in this world, with people, but not the one im in love , not under the same sky with him, i wish i would walk with him too, not music but listening to him thats fnie
So we walked under the leafy green canopy. The sun was high in the sky as we kissed softly beneath the branches of a maple tree. I wish we could go back to that time. The time when we were happy.
i walk a lot. i walk everyday sometimes walking leads to running. i hate when people walk slow, i walk slow. its kinda ridiculous. walking gets you places. walking is good exercise. i like to walk better than to run. walking is essential. im glad i have legs to walk with
i love walking. it lets me burn off my anger, it lets me think, it lets me ponder on the what could have happened. Like what could have happened if i didn’t send my ex that mean letter could i still be with him…would he love me a little more. Or just the other day my mom yelled at me so help me it took all my strength not to turn around slam the door and run. When i’m blocked on writing i walk. i think about names and poems and rhymes and plots.
she walked with a determined step
sweat came out of her pores
tears poured from her eyes
rain showered down from the sky
she just kept walking
trying to get through the storm
that was raging on inside and out
Walking. Walking down the street. I was walking down the street when I saw you for the first time. I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t stop walking. I was with my friends. You were with yours. We had never met. But you were gorgeous. Your hair swished in the wind. Your eyes were a piercing, beautiful gree. And I wanted to know you. But I just kept walking. Walking down the street.
The walk wasn’t quite right. His legs were the same length. It wasn’t that. It was just that one high-heeled shoe. He loved that shoe. But it didn’t match the flat he was wearing on his other foot. He was lopsided.
Again, I walk. The rain pours down on me, dripping down my face, damping my clothes. My feet splash through puddles as I tread my way to the park, catching up with my friend.
I walk to the park. It was such a nice walk, and it was quiet. I know of people who don’t have parks in their town to walk to, so I invited them all to walk with me to my park, because I like to walk with people. Walking is great for you.
I walk down this path alone and uncomforted
i walked away, unsure, and unwilling, but i walked. it felt wrong, but it also felt like i had no choice. my pride told me i had no choice. you hurt me, and i didn’t want to be around that any more. you had been my friend, but you betrayed me, mislead. i was unsure, but i was aware
A walk to talk with myself over a day almost wasted. Close to completion but if I stretch it just enough, it might carry me to the lofty heights I use as a carrot. I hope my day doesn’t break as night does.
Walk-en
Walküren
Niederwalken
Walk
Kalk
Schalk
Alk
Alk?
I walk along this lonely stretch of road, and I begin to grow weary. Where am I going? Will I ever get there? I feel I may stumble, and I brace myself for impact. But I don’t stumble. Instead, I realize that I can run. Finally.
I walk along the road. It is empty, and it is beautiful. It is also lonely. How long must I walk here? Why? I think I may stumble, but I don’t. Instead, I am able to run. Finally.
She walked into her room, backpack slung over her shoulder, and threw her book down on the vanity. She loved the “thump” of her book as it hit the wooden surface. The room still smelled like the perfume she’d applied here hours before, a sweet, warm smell she couldn’t describe.
I walked for hours, not seeing another living creature. Stopping to wipe my forehead, I gazed up. That’s when I realized… the sun was in exactly the same position as when I had begun my walk, hours ago.
in the winter I walk to and fro, between classes. I am so cold. As much as I really and truly enjoy walking, the cold makes it less enjoyable. It is, as I have found a great source of exercise when I’m in need of calming down.
I love to walk. Especially in the city. Just get lost, and walk. Nothing else. Let my feet lead the way, while my other senses get the chance to just sit back and tag along for the ride, for once.
I like to walk. Walking is a form of exercise and transportation. It is good to the enviorment if you walk to places.
talk, see some one walk by then talk to them for hours not just to say hello for hours to get to know them, get to know their life and what their life means to them.
The rain pours down my window
like a flying moon,
shining like miraculous buildings
in the sunlight.
I walk,
one foot onto the concrete,
leave this brick building
so enclosing me.
I feel the rain
tickle the black cloth
I’m wearing,
splash onto my cotton hoodie,
sink into my skin
and smell like
silver moons
against me.
I breathe it in.
Don’t stop. Keep looking straight ahead. Don’t turn around. You will regret it if you don’t follow my instructions. This is not a joke.
I took a walk to clear my head. Except that it was dark and I don’t live in the nicest of neighborhoods. Rather than clear my head I just became worried, jumpy. I am usually a trusting person but, honestly, anyone could be out here. Crap.
i don’t like moving, but i’d love to walk around with you. in the snow like we talked about last night. i’m definitely down. already making cute future plans. i love it.
I was walking down the street when a pigeon flew by and pooped on Mitchell’s head. It was hilarious, he started running around screaming. Good times!
Walking is a wonderful ability that the human race has. I think a lot of people, including myself, don’t appreciate the powers of a walk. Where can a walk take you? A walk can take you to a destination but it can also change your outlook on that one minute, that hour, that day. A quiet walk in the serene expanses of dense woods that protect you from the outside world or clarify the outside world. That is the walk that goes unappreciated.
Sometimes we walk straight into traps. They are set by those closest to us, baiting us with words of comfort. It’s the lies that lure us in. The promises they tell us. The ridiculous idea that things might be better. The idea that we are beautiful, we are good, we are enough. The idea that we are loved. We are foolish to walk into these traps, but we do it anyway. Every time. And then they snap closed on us. There is no escape.
I’m walking to the store. I want to buy some perfume because I feel like I smell. My hands smell like fish but I hide them in my pockets so no one else can smell… if they could smell it from that far. I keep on walking.
My walk with God goes gently by the River of Life. No one knows where we are going. But He knows and I trust him. We trust
My feet are a little sore. Yesterday i walked all day in my Birkenstocks. They haven’t molded to my feet yet. I am just lying in bed waiting for a reason to get up. It is 4:23 PM. I’m too lazy to even sit up to write this. A walk is far from my mind.
, it keeps me sane. Sanity:- something lacking in my family.
I walk because it keeps me sane. Sanity something lacking in my family. happiness though
walk the dog… down through the rain… dog turn into a werewolf, rips my heart out… and I ask it… Why? It responds, i really don’t know, and replaces my heart.
Every day I’m walking, but where am I going — really? It’s as if the start button has been pushed on some robotic, electronic toy with a fried computer chip. Walk. Walk. Walk.
I walk down the street in silence. It is all too much to take in.
I’m going to die… The thought echoes around my head as I carelessly rip over cracks and stones.
I’m going to die…
i could walk for miles. any day. any time. well, specific times coupled with specific feelings lend themselves to the occasion more than other times. but it’s a good thing. on your own though. no distractions, and no external input; just you, sorting your shit out.
The weak walk away from tough situations. They make it easy; give themselves one choice. The challenge is to live through it all, not end it with a handful of silent killers. Life is hard, but the reward and feeling of accomplishment makes the trek worthwhile. The experience itself is an honor many don’t get.
I took a walk the other day. I really enjoyed the sounds of the neighborhood as I went. THe birds were chirping and the sun was shining. As the children played I thought back to when I was young. I used to love running in the field near the house where I grew up.
go out to a park, just walk, trees around you, smell the green grass and maybe you can hear the dogs, babies with their mothers, even birds, listen to music while walking, watch people around you, or dont watch, think yourself, rythm, walk faster, and dream while walking, think of your life, slow down, no sweat, dont run, walk in the samepace but be careful about the others, you are not alone in this world, with people, but not the one im in love , not under the same sky with him, i wish i would walk with him too, not music but listening to him thats fnie
So we walked under the leafy green canopy. The sun was high in the sky as we kissed softly beneath the branches of a maple tree. I wish we could go back to that time. The time when we were happy.
Walk in fear no more for I am beside you. I will match every step to yours. We are one.
i walk a lot. i walk everyday sometimes walking leads to running. i hate when people walk slow, i walk slow. its kinda ridiculous. walking gets you places. walking is good exercise. i like to walk better than to run. walking is essential. im glad i have legs to walk with