Flâneur

SFFlâneur

#poem, #escapism, #slanderer, #walk, #freedom

The stroller, the longer, the saunterer, the loafer. A man, with the ability to walk detached from society. With his only purpose of being an acute observer of industrialized contemporary life. But I am a woman. The Passante. And I walk past its meaning. I walk on the road without a course or destiny. I walk on the streets with the aspiration to reach the other side. The other side of sensations. One romantic sentiment that goes through the trees when the breeze shuffles them. Still, careless to what has more value to the world. Life of suffering and struggles. I work for a community that does not even bother to look me in the eyes. I walk and walk past everybody because it does not matter. It is a nice feeling to walk and almost feel like you become one with the air. The air. Something that can lead you to your imposed destiny. Or might deviate you from the road. Some days I return home at dawn to grasp some energy to go again. I put on my clean clothes, and I go again. I go with the breeze. And it feels like I can almost fly. Wherever you want to bring me today, air, I will go with you. It is a life of uncertainty. Not ever knowing where you will end Sometimes I end up in rivers where the wind takes me. I know. I am in love with the breeze. Sometimes the breeze takes me to gatherings. And I observe the stupidity of my people. The laughter of emptiness. But sometimes, I am not able to ease my hunger. But if you want to ask. Sure, the answer will be; NO, NO, NO. I don’t want a job. I want to be at one with nature and one with the breeze.

C’est que notre âme, hélas ! n’est pas assez hardie. Baudelaire, Charles. It feels like it’s been calling us humans for a long time. I want to be at one with nature and one with the wind. I want to be at one with nature and one with the air. I walk and walk until my feet are tired. And not able to carry me anymore. Until my throat gets sore of thirst. I walk, I walk and walk. At home, I write as a culmination of the walk. I write this love song to the breeze that leads me. Destiny is not what the world made us believe. Destiny is the soft breeze that finds its way through anything. It shuffles even through all the needless things that humans created. Sure, I will continue to walk when the wind continues to illuminate me. So many people see it as vanity. And their profanity believes I am lazy. But they don’t understand. The happiness that you can get by doing the things that satisfy you. I walk when there is sun. I walk when there is the moon and the stars. I walk, and I go far away with the breeze. I walk because walking is infinite. There are days that the weather makes it difficult to walk. But I still walk. Some days I had the pleasure of seeing the rainbow. I will walk whenever I can. Because not all of us can. However, I can’t imagine my life without it. I love the breeze that goes through my hair when I’m walking. I will walk past my responsibilities. No, I do not want to hear it. I will walk away. But if you cannot feel it. And if you cannot experience it. You won’t understand it.