Shepard Tone Symphony
day
She tripped forward to a stop.
Her forehead was so moist. Something kept dripping down into her good eye. She wiped it away with what she thought was her hand. Couldn't do anything about the stench of copper.
((And she kept walking.))
Her forehead was so moist. Something kept dripping down into her good eye. She wiped it away with what she thought was her hand. Couldn't do anything about the stench of copper.
((And she kept walking.))
She wondered how Daria was doing.
She wondered where Erika ran off to.
Stupid... stupid...
She wondered where Erika ran off to.
Stupid... stupid...
Passed by... another tree.
All these... trees looked th-... the same.
All these... trees looked th-... the same.
and she kePt walking.
and shE kept walkiNg.
AnD sHe kEpT wALkinG.
Everything blurred together like she was on a merry-go-round. The green of the trees, the brown of the road, the beige of the buildings past the horizon, the blue and gray of the sky. They were one and the same.
Every step dragged her farther and farther behind.
She was so close.
She was so close.
But she was running out of time.
So she kept walking.
She kept walking.