The word "move" I associate with leaving, getting out of somewhere but also with being unwanted. "Move over...", " move it", does it sound positive? It doesn't to me although I always liked to move. Start somewhere new. A new place, new house, new items, new shops. Being anonymous and still looking through the eyes of new villagers or... tourist.
Lately, I read noise.cash message where someone wrote, "My travelling came to an end". There are many reasons why we can no longer travel even if we love to. There are plenty of reasons, good reasons no excuses, why we can not move, move on or are willing to move over (again). For travelling and moving money is needed and good health. Travelling is no fun if you need to tiptoe think twenty times before you can spend a dollar. Bad health makes it hard to enjoy or decorate a home. Moving isn't easy these days. I was lucky I found a smaller place, a cheaper place, a new home within a few weeks (although, I was on the list for over 15 years). Moving on is hard as well. Each morning if I wake up I have the same thoughts. I might not speak them out, keep them inside but it doesn't make any difference. Those thoughts are my words...
"Not one single day I felt great, super in my skin. The skin, the biggest organ a human has is ill, covered with bruises, scarves, wounds, dehydrated..." still in bed with my eyes closed I write a story that started with my thoughts. Each morning the same thoughts.
My travelling days might be over too, I will not move again. After all those years I took my rightful place and won't move over. I won't for no one. Not for those seven hunters with guns surrounding me, not for neighbours, friends, enemies or lovers. These days are over. I sit and I stay where I am.
My " moving" days are over. I move on, moved on, the question why I cannot answer yet.
Prompt: move over
Just posted on Steemit.com as well
