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 we were young,
things were so simple.
When something made us happy,
we laughed.
When we felt hurt or pain,
we cried.

But now,
its just not the same.
A little lost. back to top?