The Dance Of The SleeplessIts almost Shakespearean, the way she slips and slides her way around so many unspoken truths. This mental waltz is really the nearest shell ever come to being one of the ballerinas she has envied since before she even knew what envy was. Dancing through thoughts and around words has always been the one true way to a natural rhythm beyond musical means.Life, as a result, has become a production without intermission.Sleep is rarely an option anymore. With dancing thoughts and ten intensely itching fingers the nights quickly become days that blend together with a certain blur of watercolor madness. This leaves her stranded, a victim of time itself. Trapped in what seems like an endless day.