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.

Fear, what you could be and what you have become.
The many actions that never fail to surprise.
Judge, i try not to.
But you cant seem to provide reasons why i shouldnt.
My friend, the stranger. back to top?