gosh, you should have seen me.
in the pool
you would have been astounded.
i swam and i swam and i swam for almost an hour, rarely crashing into anything.
but you weren’t there. and i felt your absence. the pangs and crevices of all you were not.
you should have seen me.
but i would be the last person on this earth to ask that of you.
someday i will stop writing about swimming because there is really not much more I can say about it.
yet when i am not swimming, that’s when things get kind of complicated.
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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.
The Lost Pedestrian 