She lives in a fairytale somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she's left behind....

Go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole
And bury the castle....




When I was younger I used to make up this fantasy place in my head. I'd draw and pretend it was real. I'd escape there.... Until it started to be real for me. I buried it years ago. Burned it.... And I can tell something's really wrong because I want nothing more than to hide there again.... Forget reality... Pretend something else is real.... Even if I'm just lying to myself... I'm so tired...

Where will I find rest?