What are you doing? I asked.
He didn't respond. He kept weaving.
Where are we going? I was growing impatient and anxious.
He didn't respond. He kept walking.
Like a fool mazmerized, I kept following. Blindly. He took a right. I took a right. He took a left. I took a left. Here, there, everywhere. Through thick & thin, through snow, through rain; through dark under the stars, through bright shining sunlight. Crushing the autumn leaves to hearing the spring birds. Kept walking. All forms of "ing (s)" kept happening. Moving. Not answering. Not responding. Just moving. Just weaving. Not looking up to respond. He was not human. He is Time & Pain.
When I first saw signs of the pattern, when I first spotted signs of the trend, I stopped pasturing him with questions. I lived. Copying every move. Hand in hand. Synchronized with his walking speed.
I was copying time. I was living pain. Time is what keeps moving, pain is what keeps happening. Time & Pain. Two things in the world that everyone experiences. Even if we think we can't, we experience. Time & Pain can never be questioned because they never answer. They just keep moving with pride, with absolute confidence that we will follow. And we do. Because we don't have an option. As real as it gets.
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