a guiltless twisted lie

I walked and walked.
Time made no sense as I
pushed slowly through
the thick
undergrowth. It was
hours passing, but also
only seconds. Maybe it
felt like time had frozen
because the forest
looked the same no
matter how far I went. I
started to worry that I
was
traveling in a circle, a
very small circle at that,
but I kept going. I
stumbled often, and, as it
grew darker and darker,
I fell often, too.