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.

your smile keeps me alive no more; i've grown up so for now i'll walk alone. thanks for all the things you said and did. i'll wipe my tears and move along. back to top?