located in the north part of the soul, where the wind blows away dark thoughts, people sink their feet in the sand, eat lots of chocolate and nobody minds the rain.

i recognize that tree

“we’ve been here before” - B thought to herself as she anxiously looked down. 

although running in circles might have been considered fun at a certain point, that’s not what B wanted when she found herself back. yet here she is, ready and almost willing to do it all over again.

B played by the rules for a little while, until she realized that everybody else is just as clueless. luckily, the neverlands only have a couple of rules and most of them are about which flavours of icecream one can eat depending on the season and phase of the moon.

on a totally unrelated note, B likes 2011. it’s nice and prime. and everything’s different.