It Seems

She wanders through the High School halls, softly no one can hear her steps. It seems as though she floats through the wave of groups, never extending her voice, to say "hello", or "hi". And just as she floats past her peers, they never notice her at all. All alone in the school courtyard, under the trees, you can see her smiling very grimly, writing and drawing, of what? No one knows. It seems as though she's waiting, and watching. Time only goes by. At night she sits on the big bench under the willow tree, she knows it's late, and very past her bed time, but yet again she writes, and draws ever so vivaciously, in that little black book. She watches and waits, till the dawn breaks. Yet again for this poor, unearthly girl her cycle repeats. And it seems as though, the only thing that happens, is the time passing by.