She is sitting at the furthest corner of the room.
With her eyes filled with gloom.
I’m secretly observing her.
Even though I don’t want to let her know that am watching her,
I am sure she is going through a process, probably a phase.
I can’t understand because she doesn’t want to be disturbed.
All she want is her space,
A space of her own self where she can think things through and make the right choices.
Where no one can disturb her .
Solitude is what she seeks .
Perhaps she’ll have a peace of mind after all these.
Let me let her be for now.