Faeries are real.
Tall bright towers Yellow sunflowers I could waste all the hours In the city in my head Shining lakes of glass And watching clouds pass Fields of green grass in the city in my head But now the sky is grey The trees oh how they sway do they take me away From the city … Continue reading The City in my Head
I want to live in a small little town, with shops all packed together. Quaint little shops, the ones where you never know what odd little trinket you may find. I want there to be a bookstore. One that is stuffed to the seams with books. Books in every nook and cranny, falling off the … Continue reading My Perfect Little Town