The more I stay in here, The more it's not so clear

I stare in the mirror and see a girl, a human like form with blue hair, the colour of the sky, what your eyes can see and the eyes stare back at me, the colour red, red sky. Red is the colour. Red is the colour I hate...

This is the me that can be seen, yet feels as if this is not myself.

















Please just let me lie here.










Will life ever stop playing games with my courage. My coldness upsets many, but it is my only security. How fragile is my heart if I am to face the world alone. Thousands of smiles won't brighten the mood that is forlorn.


Listening to: NIN - The line begins to blur

In her room

Derp!

Happy Days

Happy days in sunny and rain.











































I took these photos of my Nikon D60 while bringing my dog for walk. It was a nice weather and haven't took photos in awhile.

Listening to: Florence and the Machine - Drumming

There is a house in New Orleans

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun











And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one





My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk





Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun





Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

Listrning to: Faith No More - Annie's Song