I walk,

because I struggle to say the thing I want to say.

This is nearly always the case, and sometimes it brings me to tears that no amount of contemplation, dedication, sincerity, desire will allow me to speak my gratitude for existence. I cannot, despite my ceaseless efforts, say thank you enough to that which brings me here, in this shape.

There is a gap between experience and expression.

But I have an insatiable desire to touch everything and then to exalt it aloud.