stillness

Listening to Imogen Heap gets me in a mood where I will write endlessly. I used to write and write and write, poetry and randome blank verses, filled with negativity and sadness... emo-like... which I totally dislike right now. Normally one wouldn't reject his or her past, or deeds, but I think those writings and texts were part of phases which are kept where they belong which is in the past. It was a kind of therapy and escape, but due to the negativity they carried, I just stopped writing them. I didn't plan it but I just don't feel like writing like that anymore. I think it has to do with growing up. Right now I find myself writing endlessly about random things, mainly what is on my mind at the moment (which can be clearly seen right now).
I love to walk, and what I love the most is watch people walking while I'm walking too. I tend to analyze every single person who crosses my way. Not that I stop, stare and analyze; but with a few miliseconds is more than enough to get a slight idea of who they are. When I walk, I'd rather do it alone. I love being alone and just listen and watch. Throughout the years I've come to be like that. Probably I'm sounding like a reaallyy grown up person however I am pretty childish myself, sometimes. And immature at other times. Nonetheless, I'm very tired. I'm preparing for this 10 mile race on Sunday so today the intense practice started and I've to get some sleep for tomorrow's practice.