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.

if we could recapture those moments, i would never have let you go. i guess the little boy has grown up.
the emotional standstill in time. back to top?