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.

Forget it, stupid outburst.
We're all different,
but that doesnt mean we dont need a little love once in a while.
Affection versus malice. back to top?