Odd Walking Thoughts

Solemnly the boy walked alone wanting to know how memories could sing. He passed himself, his grave, his smile, his teeth grinding. Is it not nice following what we once never knew. A tree shivered off itself to become more, having seen the boy. ‘Wish to know about memories?’ asked the tree. ‘I do.’ replied the boy. ‘Come here. I’ve just ruined myself for you.’ the boy walked on.

-M. Taggart
copyright 2018

Odd Walking Thoughts – Stammering Ahead

Nice is an overachievers nightmare. Pleading to be loved and never understood. Along with the rest of the world, it can wait for a turn.  -The old man shoved his way out the door. The milk was heavy in his left hand. It was once never heavy. His keys were tucked deeply in his front pocket. He’d picked the wrong hand to carry the milk and now needed to place the milk onto the parking lot pavement to retrieve his keys.

copyright 2016  -M. Taggart

A Child’s Story – Odd Walking Thoughts

If we don’t think like you this makes us a degenerate, or slave. What’s next. I’m imagining your campaign. It’s already ugly. Grow the apple farthest from this tree and please let’s not forget where it came from.  A young girl hung her head in shame. She walked along the beach alone. Hurt. She happened upon the frog. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked. ‘I’m doing everything in my moment to be exactly me. What are you doing?’ asked the frog. The young girl studied the frog. ‘I’m being sad because I’m a degenerate.’ ‘And who called you a degenerate?’ ‘The man who didn’t like my dress. I told him I wore it for the sharks and that I wanted to grow up and swim with them and know them. That’s when the man told me I was a degenerate.’ ‘It’s best to never know that man. That man has forgotten where his dress swam.’ said the frog.

Hopelessnes is no reason – Odd Walking Thoughts

Hopelessness is no reason for more hopelessness. It’s a self inflicted mood absorbed in selfishness.  The boy walked on splintered glass to view pain. He wanted to understand. The frog was not here and he collected his breath to continue. He spoke out loud what he’d heard, ‘We can be the most hurt we’ve ever been and go to sleep smiling and wake up laughing.’

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