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 mean. im mean. im mean. im mean
i saw something today. perhaps it wasnt meant for me to read, but i did anyway.
i felt your pain, your sadness and your agony. im sorry i caused you so much of unhappiness, i never meant for it to be like this. the love you gave, i've never thanked you for. but i guess, its just to late.
this time, sorry cant make it right. and its all my fault.
the love that once existed, be gone and never come back. back to top?