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 nt the same.
no more.
all the memories flowing back to me.
no one noes me better.
no one understands me better than u do.
i nvr thought i wld feel tis way.
but im kinda missing u.
the laughter seems so awkward these days.
nth like before. back to top?