Seating Down
He sat down.
The feet were tired, the legs stiff, so, he sat down.
On the edge of the curb, people passing by, either hardly noticing or giving annoyed stares as they avoided him.
But he sat down, he was too tired to keep walking, he was too tired to keep belonging.
He looked up and sat his eyes on a wedge of blue sky between high rise buildings.
He inhaled fresh morning breeze, felt the chill on his skin broken by a timidly warm spring sun light.
He sat down and since he stopped he started to finally feel like he was doing something.
So he wondered, while keep walking to get somewhere while being nowhere.