| I was bored, i had a camera, in my back garden. |


an unsettled desicion Words cannot begin to describe how I feelan unsettled desicion by ~theninjafrommars
The pain, the happiness, the memories, the longing
All bound up together in a tangled mess
Like trying to knit with too many different wools
In the end they all blend into one conclusion
Mumford and sons have some wisdom within their words
This time no, this time no.
I can't do it again
Not a second time.
Yet here I sit in tears
Knowing I'm not alone in my sorrow
Aware that could be flipped over A.S.A.P.
Well if it weren't for one solitary fact
Something in which I must be truthful
He hurt me


Innocence at its end Watching the deathly still that had settled over the gardenInnocence at its end by ~theninjafrommars
Searching for a life sign amongst it
Much harder then is ever had been, a dwindling hope
The dim light of dawn still giving the sight an aura of transition
The stages of life visible in the chlorophyll filled leaves and wilting flowers
It's almost as if colour has drained from my world
A child's eyes no longer looked through in my teenage life
Just a dead tree, and some moss covered grass
The dilatability of innocence is an interesting thing
Particularly as it reaches its end in a life span of a person
Some would argue it comes with legalities
Others experience or even fro
