Lost in the forest of her thoughts, her eyes fixated as she gazes out

Silently taking sips from the freshly brewed chamomile tea

Which supposedly would relax her running mind

Taking a slow, deep breath in

Her whirlpool of thoughts start to unwind from their own twists and turns

At this exact moment

She is still, and so is the time

As the world rushes by,

She is in her own