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 starting to hate u.
i wonder why.
i guess its juz not possible
to pretend that nth has ever
happened when it has.
unchangeable truth.
its no point self deluding any further
to the extend that is even too painful
to watch.

sitting on the fence~ back to top?