Running

You have exhausted yourself. Yet, instead of sinking, you grow in size, like a pear.

No longer the firm you you used to be, with outlines bolder than this small piece of rock, which I am holding in my hand, and is disappearing, all of a sudden, like shadows turning into sunlight.

But you are growing. All of a sudden, you grow. Then, I no longer know you whom I have known for eight years, ten, eleven years. Or more.

Back to the solitude of the grassy summer, when you, whom I had known for a long time, passed and glided by without any greetings.

Oh, please, wake up! The novel has just ended and you, my friend, are quite at a loss as to what to do. March, parade.

Walk through the rain, and be happy.