I walk slowly. I have realized that running is not my thing anymore. My rhythm is long and wide. Since I find pleasure in breathing, I take it deep several times a day. I fill my lungs with dirty oxygen - I don't care - and I feel it, I imagine it, it reminds me that I'm alive. I learn to love as if learning to climb stairs again, one step at a time, one step at a time, no matter where they take me. I have little illusions about the future, nothing too elaborate.
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