I Kept Walking

I kept walking.
The pace was fast.
Wishing to hide in the dark which I once hid from.
To be at the centre of a great nowhere, where no one could know I was there.
Outside the street lamps light the paths I walk.
Light unavoidable. Unfortunate.
The great lantern of the night sky throws light upon the places which the light of the street lamps cannot reach.

I kept walking.
Darkness has hidden from me.
I seek the corner where I won’t be seen, I want for nothing but to go unwanting, I wish to dwell where others do not, that I might find solitude.
The pace slows.
I nearly miss him. He sat more silent than the air as I passed. Had I not stopped at the tree he would have gone unnoticed. He has a different approach to the goals I seek. I will go on living when others surround me, content to accept what it is easiest to believe; That I have no choice in who I walk with.
When those who surround I, surround him he becomes the surroundings.
A statue when everything else has turned to stone.
It is the ones who move that always lose.

I kept walking.
Solitude does not find me.
Before I can consider other paths I am returned to the start.
The pace slows.
I am at the end of my street knowing solitude is as far away as before.
The dark did not swollow me. The light kept me above.
I enter my street.
The pace slows.
Concrete and fencing.
Brick.
I am back.
The pace dies and I stand outside the door. I am more content to stand outside than to live with the implications of moving one more step.
At my feet is a bee. Unmoving. Further more unbreathing.
The bee found it, back at the start, under my nose. He is with the darkness now.