walking away

i just walked to the other building that was two blocks away from our office since i had some papers to submit. as i was heading back, i saw myself walking down this narrow corridor and all of a sudden, i silently wished that i would just not stop walking. i wished the corridor would go a long, long way, even miles. i wished i could just walk, and walk, and walk nonstop. i wished i could just go through the gates of our building, walk across the street, walk through the trees across our office, and whatever is on the other side of the road. i won't mind if my feet would hurt from the 3-inch heels i'm wearing right now. i'd just regret i didn't wear my sneakers, but i would bear all the pain, as long i just won't stop walking.

walking away is some sort of healing. it's a therapy. walking without thinking about your destination, is the simplest form of escape. it's escaping from all the responsibilities that bind you, that exhausts you, that wears your energy down. i didn't want to stop walking cause i'm tired of being bounded by my own imaginary set of rules. these rules are defined since it's the logical thing to do. these rules exist, cause there's no space for immaturity.

but i just want to leave all those rules and break whatever that confines me, simply let the wanderer in me take over. why can't i just pack my bag and buy that one way ticket to nowhere?