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.

Its weird how it seems so easy to hold on to the things that tear you apart,
and so trying to look past the pain and embrace the beauty of it. back to top?