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.

is it not really wad it seems to be.
am i just living in my illusion.

i dont know what u tell me is true or not.
im telling myself i should.
trusting u shld come naturally.
but sad to say u let me down too many times.
please hear my plea n prove me wrong.

interior vs exterior.
~the shadowed face behind the screen
your hidden identity. back to top?