We are Strangers

It was the same routine every evening without fail, not one step more or one step less, 100 steps.
This small affair had become a strange ritual for the night walker, ordinary to be out for such long periods of time.
There was nothing that would prevent her from the structured wanders.
It was her therapy, keeping her sane when she felt as if everything could collapse for her.
Her world was fragile, delicate and close to smashing into a million pieces.
She wasn’t normal, she was broken, beyond the point where she could be fixed.
Lost in a state of confusion and a bland lifestyle.