* I am trying to find the way through the fog. it gets thicker as I travel farther. ‘you can turn around any moment and it will be gone.’
* and now the rain is making it difficult to see. ‘Ill lead.’

You walk ahead of me. I walk behind you. We both walk in the rain and fog.
* ill hum so you don’t lose me. 

You say nothing. will You keep turning to see that I am still there?

‘Ill be walking.’

*i look at my feet. I see my feet on the ground. 

The ground is under my feet. I can’t feel the earth. I think ill take my shoes off.
* I sit under a tree to take my shoes off. It’s a tree with many voices. there are birds in the tree.maybe an owl and some bats too. I wonder

*I sit under a tree to take my shoes off. It’s a tree with many voices. there are birds in the tree.maybe an owl and some bats too. I wonder
* wasted Time. 

the time you spend looking for answers is wasted Time. there are no answers. 

only the illusion of answers and of questions
*is this hour wasted then? shall I not knock? Shall I not open the window anymore?
* I walk in the fog. The tree is where I keep returning to. It’s a cyclic path. I can’t see You thus I can’t see the Path. The fog thickens
* I can’t find the tree.
* the distance has grown between You and I in the hour I was looking for You. What do I do? I hear You walking somewhere in the thickening fog
* stop looking,

You whisper.
*I throw the shoes down. I throw down the books I am carrying. And the water I had carried for the journey, I let it run into the ground..
*I am lighter now. I think ill run to Your voice and ill find You at the end of Your whisper. I want to run. 

I cannot. I try to run.I can’t
* nothing. 

there must be something on me that burdens me, my step. I look in the pockets.what I wore at the start of the journey had none…
*pockets within pockets. Inside the seam too. each pocket carrying such a lot. where shall I put all this? ‘Throw it down.’

* when the pockets are emptied I stand up.’Throw the coat too.’I look at You pleadingly.it holds great value ,this coat Master.’Then burn it!’
*dawn .. Tearing its way through the night… I walk to the bench and sit and wait for You.
*We will watch it together. The horizon is turning hues.

the fog and tree. The night. All will be a distant dream in a few moments..
* if I reach the tree again , ill sit and rest.

ill wait for You to find me.
* What once was.

Now is.

Will change.

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