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.

When they said that time would heal all wounds,
they lied.
I saw the hurt in your eyes,
but your expression rendered me helpless.
I guess this time,
no amt of apologies would make it right.
We screwed up what probably was the last time im going to see you. back to top?