For now, I only have ideas.

by joanabagano

We all have thoughts – some of them locked up, some forcing their way out, some fluidly letting themselves be said. Whenever I plan to go somewhere and realize that it’s too far for a walk, I think of all the things my brain wants to think and start walking. I look at the sky and then, as if slowly, I look at everywhere else and it’s blue, like I’m floating. It’s like my ideas have become my means of flight and I find myself reaching my destination without any hint of exhaustion.

It’s the best companion, one’s imagination. Putting it into words is another long and difficult story, albeit a tireless walk.