Walking - Adventures

This morning I woke up to the sound of my insides aching

It’s become the usual

On my way home I’ll take some extra laps around the block

Sometimes I don’t even feel the cold

Looking for somewhere to throw my stones

Sometimes I don’t even feel the cold

Tonight I will lay down with a heavier heart than I have ever experienced

But I think that if I can take a feather off of yours, I can learn to be happy

Or be something

Sometimes I don’t even feel the cold

Sometimes I pray that you might know

I know I don’t

I only know what it’s starting to look and feel like again