Who Do You Walk With


Some of us are loved until where we end and others begin becomes impossible to define. I am not that man.

I walk, smiling at certain faces on the street, known to the point of small talk, but that love which makes the smallest detail of a life significant is not mine to enjoy. My life is defined by my ability to pay the rent, or not fall ill, behaving at all times, in a way which does not cause alarm: those are my boundaries and my limitations.

The clock stopped while I was doing other things and now I find myself living a repetitious daze, repeating patterns, chewing thoughts I should have digested years ago. Gnawing at life with polite barbarity, dressed for the weather but never company. Talking to myself in urgent undertones. One of the mad ones, an anecdote in other people’s lives. A man who gambled regardless of the costs until he found himself living beyond all normal definition.

I am that harmless eccentric who opens doors for strangers; who finds his solace in the written word where men as lost as me, wrote their dreams and knitted stories out of their imagination because in stories they always found some company.

 

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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24 Responses to Who Do You Walk With

  1. renxkyoko says:

    Excellent writing, as always.

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  2. gotham girl says:

    love. thank you.

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  3. because in stories they always found some company……

    Lovely, darling. xx

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  4. Yes, always the stories…

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  5. Ina says:

    A bit sad but lovely written 🙂

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  6. Beautifully melancholy.

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  7. erickeyswriter says:

    “dressed for the weather but never company” –> Love that line!

    “who finds his solace in the written word where men as lost as me, wrote their dreams and knit stories out of their imagination because in stories they always found some company.” –> Definitely can relate to that!

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  8. ksbeth says:

    and we find connections in all kinds of unlikely places.

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  9. davidprosser says:

    Such a shame that you have not tasted ‘ that love which makes the smallest detail of a life significant’. It makes you soar.and can give you the words to write the stories of your dreams.
    Hugs

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  10. This is beautifully written Peter.

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  11. I know this is fiction, but I bet there are a lot of people nodding their heads with a wistful smile.

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  12. Scarlet says:

    I dress for the weather – it’s more appreciative 🙂
    Sx

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  13. Al says:

    Good stuff, as always.

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  14. Don’t think there is anything wrong with that.

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  15. As always, beautifully expressed. Thank you. Janet

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  16. Shonnie says:

    Lovely … deeply sad. Makes me want to hug him and give him a kiss on the cheek to say … you are not alone.

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  17. Something about the title really sucker-punched something in me. Brief but profound. Sad, too.

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  18. There is a really person context and feel to this, Peter – excellent work.

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  19. thefeatheredsleep says:

    Brilliance

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  20. Such a confession, spoken as if it is too late to change. Is it ever too late to change?

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  21. nelle says:

    Affixes a star next to this one. Love.

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  22. Short, but sweet. I needed something quick to take my mind off things before my meeting… thanks for that Peter :).

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  23. Oh this is very sad, but great writing as always.

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  24. That was nice. It tapped into what I think all writers must feel. Our stories are always there for us. Also thanks for liking my blog. It helps to keep me going.

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