And then she disappeared...
Sometimes it scares me how much I think about going out for a walk and never coming home again.
How willing I am to pack up my things, leave everything and everyone behind.
I fantasise about disappearing into the world, escaping old sadness and perhaps finding new happiness, wherever it's hiding. I'm ready to leave...
How willing I am to pack up my things, leave everything and everyone behind.
I fantasise about disappearing into the world, escaping old sadness and perhaps finding new happiness, wherever it's hiding. I'm ready to leave...





