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 you said it was settled? then why does it still seem so weird? is this your way of hurting me back? or perhaps is it really the end mr winnie the pooh?
send me a sign would you? silence just doesnt cut it for me.
the tear stained pillow, the countless sleepless nights. back to top?