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.

Many thoughts seem to run through tonight.
A reflection of lost time & a revisit to the past.
A reappreciation of the countless people who have walked in and out,
and those who stay within.
and its time i let go. back to top?