She was already getting consumed by the everydayness in her life.
The days would disappear into nights and then into days.
The seasons seemed to pass without change.
She was sleepwalking and she knew it.
Why can't she snap out of it?
Was she comfortable with the notion that things remained the same?
But it's clear in her eyes that she hated it. There was a flame, but slowly it was disappearing.
Although no one noticed because her mask was a smile.
She moved in accordance with what was expected, but she remained still inside.
Is she waiting for someone? Or something?
She should do something. She's slowly dying.