In her eyes, it sees nothing. Sitting alone at a distant table, watching her coffee, half empty and has already been cold. She stares for a minute or two, into the thin air, her breath sighs echoed in the room, yet not heard by anyone. Everyone in the room was talking: someone was celebrating, some were stressing out, some were laughing, some were complaining. Her eyes shifted from face to face, but they're like blur oil painting, In an old canvas with no color. Blunt, and lifeless. ©herdarkthoughts🦋