A restlessness beset me just sitting in the cafeteria doing nothing, as usual. Just one of those moods that strike me at times. Maybe its just cause I had seen the girl or some such nonsense (ugh, here I go again with referring to my crushes as the girl) but it gripped me with such force that I had to walk down Magallanes just to calm myself down, even if I had class in 30 minutes.

The idea of fleeing into my own solitude holds a great appeal to me.

I think these walks will also eventually be the end of me. The sensation of walking, the simple act of putting one foot in front of the other, well it stops me from thinking rationally. It evokes romantic ideas too big for me and yet which I so desperately crave. The kinetics bind the body to the soul and the will of my soul, my body would want.

Sheesh, this is really getting melodramatic. I've lost my knack for writing, having not set any words of consequence down in my notebook recently.

And while I tread on that oft walked path I had a vision of walking those roads less travelled. I would just continue walking till I get out of the city, finding a winding road to the provinces and I would just continue my flight down south. I would abandon all, my education and friends. Money would be discarded cutting the tethers to home and it would ultimately lose its meaning beyond getting me to my next destination.

I will stay in a town for a week or so, long enough to find its heart but never long enough to feel home for finding home will mean the end of this flight. I'll discover myself on the road and then when I reach the sea I'll turn around and make the long walk north and maybe go home wiser. Or I might just keep walking northward bound until I disappear, from earth and memories of my loved ones.

And while I know I will never find the courage to do as I had seen, I will cherish this waking dream.