Sometimes I get this Going feeling.
Quieting the Going feeling is why I run. Because wherever I run, I am Going. Not for long or particularly far and I always Return punctually, but the Going is caged, temporarily.
Sometimes the Going feeling comes in the form of a ‘not here,’ and other times it’s a rosy-hued ‘over there’ pasture. A few weeks ago the Going loudly erupted ‘NOT HERE’ and so I went ‘over there’ with him. And the Going put my restlessness to peace, temporarily.
And then I was Gone again, to the heartland. I paid homage to the flat earth and the great unmoving glass-like Lake. And my Going feeling was soothed by her tranquility, temporarily.
But what will happen when I run out of places to Go, and I am left to my own company? Where will I Go? What will keep me Going?
That’s beautiful! I like how it can be read either as this deep philosophical thing or as a Dr. Seuss/Shel Silverstein-like poem. Keep up the good work!
simply beautiful. my GOD, bidya, you’re a writer!
At first it sounds like you have an overactive bladder. It’s okay, it makes sense later.