I tell you

I tell you how my morning walk was that the air smelled exceptionally sweet and the old man from that one house was out walking his cat again I tell you how I can't decide which future scares me the most so I keep spinning, dizzy in the intersection of decisions I tell you about my dog trying to sit on the bottom shelf of my bookcase where I store the books I won't keep I tell you how tired I am of feeling like I'm running out of time still unable to move any piece in this endless puzzle I tell you none of this