She walks familiar streets with her head to the floor a single crystal falls from her eye and races down her cheek she passes the church full of memories of her past memories as grey and broken as the gravestones
she walks familiar streets with her head to the floor walking through the city centre crowds rush towards the same meaningless purpose to them everyday is the same- but to her her heart is as complete as the smashed shop window
she walks familiar streets with her head to the floor the garnet high up above her shines illuminating the aquamarine sky but to her the world slowly fades- it turns from colour to sepia to grey.