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 can just imagine your expression. That signature haughty look, coupled with that classic grin and crinkly eyes.

Its not that i look back too much, its just that you dont.

It would be a lie to say im not upset. back to top?