En pointe

I want to decline,
drift away.
Like there will be no stage
or fraudulent smiles to mislead.
I will break these stitches,
lacerate the chord
Close my eyes
And become absent.
Back to where I came from
To be entwined in the blossoms,
To lament with the wind;
Back to the garden.

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I am really saddened and somewhat disgusted that I am having to re-submit this picture with a big water mark over it. I have had this ripped atleast 4 times within the first week of it being posted. It will be up for print soon and I guarantee that it will be a clean image without the watermark. I hope that you can comment and judge this photo based on what it is not on the watermark.


I put a lot of effort into this shot, it is difficult shooting without a tripod and having to be the model in the photo aswell, along with not being in the most comfortable of situations.

It seems to convey my general feeling right now.

Tungsten and tears

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