sometimes i miss the old times, sometimes i miss walking around about anywhere my feet could get me. through the sand, through the mud, concrete or grass. this year through snow.

sometimes i just cant get things done, and the walking should be left for another day.

the voice on the radio reminds me of me, and reminds me of you. and it can be sweet and sour and can be flavorless even when i feel the melody. sometimes my soul gets just cold and thoughtful.

when the days turn to be part of the cycle, of things in life.