Gray, Smoke and End!!

Its a gray day  of fall, sun has become weak, every life is cold, vapors  are steaming up from the cup of hot coffee and the smoke coming out of the cigarette is forming different artistic shapes on her table. And here she is sitting motionlessly in front of her pen and notebook, stiff and lifeless just  like statue. Its been ages that she hasn't touched her pen and the notebook. She is still wondering what made her so busy that she almost forgot writing. The thing she is pretty sure about is that she has forgotten what fun is. She has forgotten to have fun, to enjoy and to be excited. God, she is not like what she was before in anyways. She's still pondering  about what killed her excitement and enthusiasm so badly. May be the situations around her made her so emotionless that she hardly care about anything these days. She is staring at the cigarette and watching how it is slowing ending up into ashes and smoke and that steaming hot cup of coffee has now already become cold. She is still thinking hard and trying hard to find out the reason why her feelings about everything changed so abruptly. her mind is void ad she cannot concentrate on what she is thinking right now. She is not finding any words to put down on that paper its like she's lost, like she's falling deep down into abyss.