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 so lost whenever you say something like that.
Its makes me think and think and think so much that i end up frustrated.
The person you are makes me question the things i do and say, so much so it becomes pointless for me to even bother. back to top?