She keeps dropping cups. Spilling drinks. Breaking glasses and loses concentration.
I wonder what is on her mind.
She has the look of someone who is happy yet waiting on something, perhaps waiting on someone.
It is a look of a dreamer, hopeful and unbesmirched by the worlds cruel ironies. For once all I do is sit and watch instead of approaching to find out more, I have found I only cause more harm than good because most people are not ready to see what I have to show them, they are so immersed in a false world that opening their eyes does nothing but confuse and scare them.
I guess sometimes is better to live in the dream of ignorance than the clarity of comprehension.