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.

i thought it wouldnt hurt anymore. i guess i was wrong. i assumed i could face you without feeling anything, but once again i was wrong.
the small fragments of glass, lustre so beautiful yet so deadly. back to top?