Anyone's leg can walk away. But for most people, it's so uncommon they forgot it can happen at all. But for some of us, it walks away no less than once a week. Something that happens all the time with me is that my leg goes & walks away. And today, it seems it’s leaving for good.

I don’t really care, though. I don’t need it anymore. I started seeing the worst in everything a long time ago, so I walked out of every door & walked away from every person & I’m here now. The only thing I needed my legs for was to walk away, and now I’ve walked away from everything.

How far will my leg travel? I can see it now: it’ll be among the other galaxies of the universe and it will be glad to be far away from me. Maybe even from the other leg… although I doubt it has very many hard feelings towards the other leg. Or maybe it does? Even if it does, it certainly wouldn’t be as bad as whatever it would feel for me.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

“Seeing the worst”. It’s a trait which sticks in your DNA, and your DNA is in every cell in your body. And that includes the legs. Now, my legs are pretty smart. Both of them. They’ve seen the situation as it stands right now. They remember all the pointless restlessness. They remember every moment of overexertion. It can’t be helped, that’s just what comes with being a thing of utility (that is one leg’s opinion), but “can’t be helped” doesn’t translate to “should be tolerated” (so says the other leg).

So there it goes. There’s my leg. You can see it up there, going towards the moon. The other leg is a bit far behind. It was shy at first, unsure of what to do, but it followed its sibling. What else is there to do? Leaving is the ultimate panacea! If you leave it fixes everything. That’s the wisdom of my legs. Walk out if you don’t like the situation. Walk out.

Neither leg will survive very long. The pain is too much, and they could never survive without fresh blood flow. But they are fine with it. I am fine with it. I’m away from all of it so I have nothing to not be fine about. Is there any reason to not be fine? No, there is not, because nothing really matters. Just float in outer space.