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.

So tempted to ask,
for the sake of knowing,
and to get my mind off it.

Damn, i need some sleep. back to top?

Over and over again,
we find ourselves lost and empty.
The memories we cant let go of,
and new wounds that materialise.

Talking to you makes me wonder a lot,
it seems we really are like two peas in a pod.
And i like that you understand. back to top?