why i may have left

i wonder what it would feel like to be less guarded, less cautious, less ruminating. to not go about in the world surrounded by an invisible fence. i wonder what it would be like to climb over that fence to find you.  i wonder what it would be like to sit down next to you on the carpet instead of  standing there above you and less than subtly leaning towards the door, apologizing for being so tired, which i was. exhausted. but not really that tired. not tired enough to not find my way back home, not tired enough to ruminate upon what exactly made me leave, or contemplate the possibilities of how that made you feel. i wonder why i did that? i could not think of any sensible reason. but i’m here now. not tired at all.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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