Itena Literature, I just felt like writing something, I'm not sure whether it'll Options

[Itena]

Her footsteps were heard as slight taps onto the pavement. They were slow, methodical steps; you heard a rhythmic beat from the taps... They never speeded up, nor did they relent. Just the same tapping, a monotonous melody. They were beats to the silent music; the white noise of the city. They were unnoticeable, yet they were indeed a part of the artificial orchestra. Tap, tap, tap.

Were they to continue tapping forever more? Surely the girl would stop at some point. But then, the tapping would return once her feet started to move again. And then there were the sound of other people's footsteps; would that count as those taps?

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This is what you get when there's a bored girl on the computer at 11:00 in the night; I should be getting to bed, but I just wanted to write something, even if that something is incredibly short and random. Who knows, maybe I'll continue with this tomorrow...

[Itena]

Thanks!

Really? I wasn't necessarily trying to do poetry, I just sort of...winged it. It was late, but I was feeling creative, so I merely let my fingers move.