CRACKS Innocence isn’t lost. It’s taken.
THE DREAMERS We accept you, one of us! One of us!
What we see and what we seem are but a dream, a dream within a dream.
Beautiful, mysterious, haunting, invariably fatal. Just like life.
I know it’s weird at first. But now, this is much more home to me than home. Like the lost boys in Peter Pan, right?
Except we are the lost girls, right? Lost and Delirious.
I wait I wait so patiently I’m as quiet as a cup I hope you’ll come and rattle me Quick! Come wake me up.
MY SUMMER OF LOVE
The Moth Diaries