She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

im sorry.
i really am.
scold me if u want
hurl vulgarities at me if tat makes u feel bedda.
dun be so nice to me.
the nicer u are.
the more guilty i feel. back to top?