Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Fairy Dust

I still remember how to get to Neverland, but some days I've forgotten how to fly. Fairy dust slips through my fingers; I hide it in a jar and lock it away, where the Ticking Crocodile won't find it.

I won't stop believing. I can't.


Image: Posted by Folkteeth on Tumblr.

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