Walking Practice

by Dolki Min

There’s not even a booger’s amount of support for me in this universe. My body is a filthy jerk that is constantly keeping its eyes peeled for any chance to betray me. I am certain of it. And I won’t be fooled twice. Normally, it puts on a show of doing its all for me, of serving only me, but if given an inch, it’ll give its owner a good bash to the head. There are a lot of times when this flesh suit is nothing more than cumbersome baggage that causes me pain. The sight of me trying to haul this body up the stairs is completely laughable.

mood

My body has a mind of its own and is constantly screaming for independence. It would probably get along just fine without me.

another mood

I feel a strange camaraderie with them. Every once in a while, I see myself in them. They are much younger than me but sometimes seem to struggle as much as I do.

yet another mood