The Need to Walk

It was still the early hours of the dawn of the morning, when they set out to walk all the way to somewhere, anywhere that was removed from their current environment.

Their mind was bitter.
They needed to walk as far as they could on that day. There was no questioning as to why. It was a strong urge that had been welling up in them for a while.

They had tried to put it off for as long as they could, doing their best to ignore the very compulsion to just walk as far as they could without the consideration for stopping.

The more they ignored it, the more it became impossible to ignore. The very act of motion whilst their anger and frustration had built up to a point where they needed to just move, for the very act of motion seemed to create some sort of moment of clarity, or at least the ability to cope for a little longer whilst they were trying to get through whatever it was that left them with the bitterness and pain that they had to wait out to pass. However, this was something that they did not understand. They did not know the reasons as to why they needed to walk. They didn’t know what it was that drove the need and desire that consumed their willingness and needs to do whatever they wanted. As far as they were aware, it was something that was built into them and it was something that they had to do.

They set out quickly, seeing the light gradually remove the veil of night around them, revealing colour and detail that was not usually noticeable, despite the environment being lit at night. They did not notice this, despite seeing it, for they were somewhere else at that given moment.

Early morning joggers and cyclists were around, trying to get their fix of exercise in order to keep what they had deemed as healthy before heading to their desk jobs for the day.

Some thought that the walker was staring at them. They weren’t. There was not anything in particular that they were staring at, other than the way forward.

They moved with a haste that they normally did not use. There seemed to be a sense of purpose in their speed, but this perception was false, for all that they were doing was walking forward, walking on and continuing to walk as much as they could, for it was all that they could do in that given moment, such was the consumption of compulsion and need in every fibre of their being.

It seemed almost as though they needed to vent, to scream as loudly as they could into the great emptiness of space, but they could not int heir given environment due to how it would be perceived, for people were not understanding and did not want to have to deal with someone trying to get some release without realising that that was indeed what they were doing.

Across bridges they kept on moving, arced and long, giving a sense of space around them, yet at the same time set up to prevent reaching out into that space, almost in a way that was caged off to the world around and only providing a glimpse of what could be had if you had the money to see the view whenever you wanted.

The light of the morning sun began to reach at them, trying to give them a sense of warmth and waking, but the person still needed to walk.

They needed to walk for as long as they could, until they could not walk any more, or at least until the desire had reduced to something in the back of their mind that they could ignore once more.

They needed to scream into the empty space around them in order to vent and release, but they could not as the environment that they were in prevented them from doing so and they themselves did not recognise the need, so they continued to walk, unknowingly for a moment of clarity, for some more

They walked across bridges, down roads, not realising their need to vent and release, to find clarity through the walk, to have the ability to cope for a bit longer so that they could wait out the passing of that which pained them for a while longer.

Advertisements

About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
This entry was posted in Fiction and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s