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.

I see no point in trying so hard to make my tomorrow beautiful.
We often question the purpose of life, and it seems i cant find mine.
To life for myself they say, but what is it i want?
Tell me, what can i live for? back to top?