the walk was andante. it was steady, but somehow you felt racy; like you were restraining yourself from walking too fast and ended up leaning forward. you cannot wait to get to the destination you were supposed to be at. and the wristwatch you were wearing was evidence of your miscalculations of time and therefore you were late. everything was pushing you. you were supposed to be running, or at least taking huge steps; you should be worried, perspired, heaved.
but your facial canvas is blank. your stride is paced. well, you have everything in your mind.
you look strangely calm. but only you know the chaos in your head.
your mind is racy, it is running, it is miscalculating.
but you remain calm.. because you have to.
and so you take that walk. and your walk is andante.
4 comments:
cool word..andante..huh
well dat's what most ppl hav to do in this competitive world
Someone once asked me, "When we walk, do we move forward or leave everything behind"? Great post by the way. Walking can be therapeutic most of the times =)
best..
mcm bace poem lak..
izza, ak copy paste ko punye post ni..nati ak letak la link add blog ko..huhu.. bkn pe..ayat tu mcm masuk jek dgn stuasi ak skang..huhu~
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