i walk the line....

...ten thirty, session road, in my navy blazer , black trousers and black boots. School was over some hour and a half ago. And there I was walking...with a headfull of thoughts and a confused and meandering central nervous system.
   I love walking because it gives me this sense of freedom (freedom from what, i don't know). But there's also something about walking that tells me that... "hey self, i think something's gone haywire somewhere in the crevices of your brain".
   And this walk night seems to be one of those latter thing. ... But i refuse to think that something is wrong... or maybe i should not think that something really is wrong. What the hell...