I was walking. Walking along in a clouded wasteland.
I was walking. Walking alone in a white wonderland.
I was running. Running along in a blank world.
I was running. Running alone in a harsh place.
I was stopping. Stopping along in a cold landscape.
I was stopping. Stopping alone in a cruel life.
I was breathing. Breathing.
Breathing.
Breathing.
Breathing.
Stopping.
No more walking.
No more running.
I was stopping.
I was no more.
I was unending.
I
had
ended.



