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 feel sad, worried and thankful, all at the same time.
I avoid because im afraid of changes,
because i like holding on to all the beautiful things that had happened.
I fear changes, because what has yet to happen is unpredictable.
But because of that, i always hurt the people i least want to.
Argh, what's wrong with me. back to top?