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.

stop playing hide and seek with me, i dont wanna play anymore.
when is it that we'll stop going in circles.
since two years ago and now, some things just dont change. of course i love you, i always did. back to top?