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.

Thanks a lot i guess.
Thanks for not saying anything so i know you've moved on.
Cause i never did tell you that i still love you.
And the silence hurts me from inside out.
Thats my best friend, all grown up on his own two feet. back to top?