Here I am again, hiding away from the mistakes I've made. I never thought all these little things would add up but a tonne of feathers still weighs a tonne. It seems to be a very concentrated tonne of feathers as well, like a pillow used in a malicious pillow fight, it seems very light hearted at first but when it hits you, you absolutely move. The funniest thing about making mistakes is that you don't always realise that you even made one. Somehow ignorance seems to be a family member of mistake and sometimes like kissing cousins they get together and makes everything just a little bit more uncomfortable than things appear for someone on the outside. It isn't romantic in nature but all the connotations with kissing makes it more than it needs to be and that makes for awkward family gatherings. A question that has been bothering me is; "Where does our childlike innocence disappear off to ?". Why do we lose it in the first place? Does it disappear with the cumul...