The track at the park is round.
I like things symmetrical. Symmetry feels right.
I ride my bike on the same path without stopping for hours when my mind is racing.
I come out here in the middle of the night sometimes, I like it better without all the people.
I am here by daylight today though, and it is not too bad. I like the trees. They are the only things that seem to work outside of the “system of perfection” that I have setup for myself. Trees are free to be themselves, to grow and twist and bend according to the sun, and the wind and weather. I sometimes wish I had been a tree. Moving in slow motion, but progressing. Not judging itself for bending this way or that, twisting, turning, breaking – ever growing, and not ever stopping for a moment to wonder am I enough?