~*~New ballet shoes~*~

Lying awake in her sleep, she controls all that spins in circles in her dreams. As she succumbs herself into her slumber, she pretends the whole world ceases to matter; though she knows she dances with fairytales. She remains that ever graceful ballerina that graces the stage knowing every step as if it were a breath she needed to take. With every soft rehearsed breath, with every preplanned step, she moves.. As though she knew what were to happen, as if she knew what would be next. She knows where she is headed although her audience can do nothing but be amazed. Another twirl, another leap for love, all just part of what she already rehearsed. When will she throw another pair of slippers away? When will she decide to change her stage? Time to breathe in a new tune, time to dance in the moonlight. Time to sing to every new step, time to try a new brand of air.