She's always been a bit of a dreamer... half way here... half way there... Making her way along the paths only traveled by the ones that they call different or special... The way she speaks speckled with nuances and meanings that are all her own ...it confuses the masses but is understood by a few that she considers her own.. I've seen her smile and nod and engage in humorous banter so convincingly that she feels genuinely present... You would never guess she's dreaming. Her eyes are changeable and hide as much as they convey... always travelling... always far away. I've seen her cry. Wretched silent tears that demonstrate her pain only by the heaving of her chest. She'll curl herself in a ball of internal agony while she rocks away the hurt of her reality. She's resilient though... despite the dreamer path she walks... she feels compassion for all things that are art.