I remember,
of the time in the rain,
It was pouring,
You strected out a hand,
And said tenderly,
'I will protect you'
I didn't know any better,
So i tearfully said yes,
Yet,
Tell me,
What does it mean to protect?
Why does one protect?
Especially for one like you,
You who try to hold me close,
With chain bound arms,
While making promises,
You can't afford to keep,
What makes you want to protect?
Is it because of me?
Or it because of yourself?
I can see the desperateness,
evident in your desolate eyes,
As if trying to convince yourself,
When filled with a heart full of sorrow,
That is by protecting someone,
You can forg
So... I've been a deviant for 7 years (give or take) and have never written a journal entry to you amazing people... This is unforgivable! Dx
So i shall start with where i'm hoping to get by even having this account.
I have always loved taking photo's of everything in general really. But macro shots of flowers and animals in particular caught my eye the most. It's always the little things that you can't see with the naked eye that are the most beautiful.
I have a Nikon D70 Camera. It's my baby even though i know its an older model. I am yet to acquire a macro lense for it though... Being short on money always makes that a problem. But I mu