Behind his back I cry. The irony of being behind his back, pushing and pushing, only to act as a traitor and provoke, play to his weakness, pander to the intricate details The One instructed me to avoid.
Contrary to my purpose, I spun a web, a weave of betrayal in hopes to turn, for which I did. I spun, he turned, he spun ... and spun ... and spun ... downward, lost into what I will inevitably serve as well.
But, perhaps I will awake as me again.
To be Walter Dunn, once more, I can only hope, The One can only plan, and he can only withstand.
My name was Walter Dunn.
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Stepping Walter Dunn
Cerita PendekThis is an experimental piece written from the perspective of a schizoid manic depressive's hallucination. It is based on what I feel lurks over my shoulder every moment of every day.
