something i miss, something i remember and something i cant have.

how i miss those walks by the creek
the whisper of a breeze on the trees
the buzz of insects and birds
the barking of a doga few miles away
but what really drew me
was the solitude
granted it doesnt take much for me to have some alone time
but walking by the creek
as i take in deep breathes of genuine fresh air
i recall
the simple things in live
that ive forgotten

i remember
whenever i felt the room closing in on me
i would grab a jacket, my eyes n head off..
after a few times, i would even leave my mobile
i didnt need it.. besides which whom was i expecting a call from anyways
whenever i felt down, stressed or
just plain overwhelmed
i would go down to the creek..
and just but a short moment there..
i would feel refreshed, revived
optimistic

it wasnt the most pristine of creeks
neither was the most beautiful
it just was
on the other side of the creek was a golf course..
and sometimes i would watch as couples line up to take a shot
but most times i would walk the other way..
i never verntured far..
until one day.. i decided to walk on and then
*smiles*
i came across a lil playing field.. with swings and a nearby basketball court
from then on
my walks by the creek would end at the swings..

usually
i would swing high and fast for abit..
just delighting in the rush as i flew back and forth
and then as i grew tired
i would slow done
and enjoy the view
humming quietly as my feet touched the ground

there was never any time or space for distressing thoughts
when i was out on my walks
natures simplicity just wouldnt allow it
the complexities of life wasnt part of my walks by the creek
i know that now
how i miss that