Random Musings

As Emile and I were strolling the streets of Taipei, this I consciously repeat to myself. "I shall not be walking alone, in front." Yet despite the incessant reminders, it took me great effort to follow,  many a times caught in my own pre-occupation with pace. Or perhaps a preoccupation with myself.

"You are too careless." A voice caught me off guard, only to realize it was the same one from a year ago. 

The many times when I was walking my way home, the rumblings in my head goes on and on, like a broken radio. My pace quickened, preoccupied with thoughts and not exactly knowing where I am headed. As I turned to my side, I realized she haven't caught up.

"You're doing this again, this is not the first time." She said with a tinge of irritation.

"Can't you just catch up?" 

"That's not the point, you're too careless." 

"I am preoccupied with my thoughts."

"But you are with someone, you can't do that all the time."

Sometimes I prefer my solitude, my preoccupation. 

Only as time passed on would I realize, I was too careless. Walking along myself.