Chapter Two- A Walk

Kick the stone,
I tell myself,
For life is nothing more than the stone itself.
Kicking, accessible.
Shaking, allowed.
Destroying- unavoidable.
Run along the side of the river,
I tell myself,
For life is nothing more than the run itself.
Passing, accessible.
Forgetting, allowed.
Halting- unavoidable.
Walk back home,
I tell myself,
For life is nothing more than the walk itself.
Slowness- unavoidable.
Fastness- unavoidable.
And then there is the Solitude.
Thats when I know the meaning of life,
Solitude.