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.

You? Dont make me laugh. You, out of so many people, have no bloody right to say that.
Dont be so full of yourself, cause its annoying.
Dont preach your little theories at me, cause you aint any saint yourself. back to top?