Walking!

Constantly walking. Walking away, walking into, walking-for-the-sake-of-walking, walking out, walking in, walking on, walking-just-to-stop-staying-in-one-place. Quite easy if you think of it, bcause there is nothing behind you. ALmost nothing. Some memories stay alive, but no recollection whatsoever about feeling anythin will come. The emptynes that allows you to walk for miles and miles is, as yet, something to appreciate.


Staying in one place, is, after all, one of the worse things that can happen to you. Fear of stagnation drives you faster and faster as you age. As other beings come to agree that it's easier to stay in one place, or settle down as they like to say, you are even less capable of anything like that now than you were two years ago.


Running does not suit you, as it is too consuming, and pointless. You do not run. They do. You walk. Steadily. Serene. Like a Cadillac. Noble, arrogant, piercing everything with your fiend yes.

Walk!