The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Following Nothing

December's gone

With the days growing longer, slowly leaving the short tempered sun behind.

Now there's this girl

A pair of brown eyes walking an almost random path through a busy town

Dark gray sleeves pulled to her hands

Black jeans

And a simple pair of black shoes.

She's by herself, and a sight clearly set to be alone.

Her eyes are tracing patterns into the air

Lost in a few lyrics mindlessly wandering her head.

She wasn't here a few months ago

That's obvious in her steps

But what people don't see 

Is that her steps have been a lot of places.

A tragic case of a broken heart.

Only, in her words she takes away 'tragic'.

A few sly comments and she's done with her story

"A stranger doesn't to worry."

She smirks

"Not like they would."

The rattle of her bracelets

The quiet tapping of her feet

Always moving.

She's okay with this.

No strings attached.

Fully aware that her past will always be behind her

She comes as close as she'll ever get to forget it.

With nights under the stars

Hours past tired

And never a second look.

With the snow gone

There's a new set of eyes in a busy town

A restless mind

A tragic case of a painful past

But of course, without the tragic.

-Victoria xX