The mind kept talking of places and people, of today , tomorrow and yesterday. And the smile on the face played in sync with it all, some happy, some sad , some guilty , real , imagined thoughts and memories.
At about 3 in the night this might have seemed like someone who'd crossed over to the other side of sanity. But that of course is the beauty of solitude.
Ten minutes later , when the mind took a breather to look around and really see where the feet were taking it , it couldn't help admiring the effortlessness of it all. The feet had taken the mind and the smile to the new "home". Empty , not so warm, with memories of past plastered on the walls, and a familiar unfriendly dog waiting for them at the doorstep. It wasn't quite a home, but it'd do for the moment.
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