Thursday, May 13, 2010

And the rest you can figure out...

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.

She’s ripping wings off of butterflies.

So go get your shovel, and we’ll dig a deep hole to bury the castle.

But it was a trick, and the clock struck twelve.

Trinna xx

1 comment:

j said...

Those pictures are gorgeous!