Fairy tales.
The stuff of dreams.
The stuff of dreams.
The problem is, fairy tales don't come true. It's the other stories.
The ones that start in dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. The nightmares always seem to become the reality.
The ones that start in dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. The nightmares always seem to become the reality.
What a nasty surprise. Nothing remains the same for long.
I should have known.
I just sounded the panic alarm.
The difference is simply overwhelming. It's no more as simple as worshiping some anorexic teen queen.
It's a vicious never ending race. An unspoken war.
I don't know anyone who isn't haunted by something or someone.
We may try to shove it in the back of a closet but our efforts usually fail.
So the only way we can clear out the cobwebs is to turn a new page or put an old story to rest,
finally, finally to rest.
We may try to shove it in the back of a closet but our efforts usually fail.
So the only way we can clear out the cobwebs is to turn a new page or put an old story to rest,
finally, finally to rest.
What use are boundaries if they don't fence you in? Why waste an entire lifetime drawing lines which you'll cross? At that rate, you'll never ever flip the page. Your story ends there.
Make a choice, Fion and stick to it. Adapt to change or get left behind.
You don't and won't ever know what I'm talking about.
you know you LOVE me (:
XOXO
♥