We Called Her Aspen

There was no rest for her. She was a raging bullet; an unstoppable force, carrying addictive misery with every step as she strutted towards me. "You are what matters to you. If you care about someone else too much, then you will always slowly become them." She said, followed by, "And I'm way too original for that shit." Not even bothering to look at me as she waltzed by. Cover image by: http://backgroundku.com/cool-shoes-white-and-black-hd-wallpapers-black-and-white/