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 lying to you, and i know it. perhaps the person im deluding is simply myself. i love you, really? damn, i just cant make up my mind.
the unabated hate; the facade of smiles back to top?