When things go no where, get up and go This has been my philosophy for past few months. For someone who has an opinion on everything always finds herself short of expressing her feelings. And so when I find myself all choked up at loss of words I put on my walking shoes. It is therapeutic. A known medicine. Now the heat or cold doesn't bother me anymore. It was pretty cold and windy today. As I took strides towards my favorite lake side, braving the wind, my mind was full of words which I should have uttered instead of being choked up. And so the heaviness in chest increases as all the words are forming into sentences. I find the bench by the lake. Oh the secrets this bench has known. Again I lay it out all there. Open and exposed emotions. The grip on the chest loosening up. I could sit up straight. It didn't ache anymore. But I am disappointed with myself for doing this again. For not finding the words when it matters. Contemplating how to improve myself I trace my ...