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.

The escapist.
And what was i supposed to do?
Its not the first time.
And she'll cry in the midst of the silent nights. back to top?