
Forever chasing, never ceasing. She reaches her goal, and then forgets, and begins anew. The cycle repeats.
Rinse the mind.
Repeat the steps.
Wash away the pain.
Forget I mentioned it.
Drip, drip.
The red rain washes the pain away, and something else, too.
The question, then: was she innocent to begin with?
The cycle repeats.