Everything that once bloomed now slowly turned to ash, you set it a light for you couldn't cope, you set it a light for you knew the pain it would bring and the hurt that carried on. Who decides when it's right to feel, to act on dead hearts? * My problem is the fact I haven't, nor did I push myself enough to make me do it, the simple act of love now a glimmering shadow in my hopefully world. It's hard to adjust to sudden shock but when your body's in survival mode how do you cope? When your world is upside down and there's nobody to trust, how do you cope? Simple questions I've asked myself once before, yet I feel there coming up again. The motions which carry us down this steam of unknown have slowly plagued my mind with doubt, my uncertain future remains an unsettling mystery to me as to why, what, when and where, simple questions that I can't bare. It's needed more then you know, my time alone, away from me and from what I call home. ...