Sorrow's blog: "babble of illusions in rambling format."

we have to keep talking like we always walking, no one can keep up like its flat between the lines when you fade to the chalk lines, after the spray, but it was a set up, when you thought you everyone looked up to you, no one respect a bitch with an attudie, so keep on me where you think i am from when i beat you up, we keep in the lines and mark up, see the blood when the solider of the street marchs threw, it a painted hazed to bring you back, just like that, 10 feet down, where the dogs can't smell, hows that for a fact when i smack your other homies for their upper lips. when it sounds like hte foot step coming down the curb is red all around but we keep steping like its nothing new with a cloud of yesterdays still on stain on our boots as we carrie on, its just a my warrior way.

i can't make it out alive, i see all the walls falling, for the end is all i know to be true, when this day comes and everything is still there, and in the end, do i find the sound to always find the reasons to see past the doubt and push forth and rise tonight, to find out if i make it out alive. Speechless days, but the message oh so clear, the words float as if in the clouds, its so hard, and now i see whats wrong, life seems to be laughing along, isn't any wonder why i am tired, i feel left behind, is it any wonder i don't know whats write, but somtimesz i get this feeling its stands, keeps the butterflies going, isn't any wonder that i am tired, when i fall, when i see the world threw the eyes of pain, nothing seems to see the lonely is right, but we all try to make it right, isn't any wonder i can't make it out alive. isn't any wonder i feel so betrayed. life is good, bad, and inbetween. more ramble. when the world is here to spark the flame, but i remember the ned was so near, and suffacted near the pain until it was away, but i say good bye, i may have been feeling fadded, but left me feeling so far gone, i remember when the light of a smile seems to uplift me, and see the burn stay so long, until i just say so long. buti am not gone, so i can say so long, all those feelings making me feel dead with no vital signs, but everything good gone so wrong, but i just say so long. yes random, but this how the mind if clutter, and confusion works, never makes sense until the moment is there to make it so. more wahoo, we sit there watch people pass by with out trying to see what to stop it, always pretending life is so true, but at that moment, might show that we know what lies, just sit, for this is for all those who see a dawn in a different light, for anything you say can be done, do, be last all in one moment, a dream faded into a combantion of fate, just cause its unpredictable like that, it never lies, never accept anything at all, but you can't tell me who i am, when you can't tell me who you are, trying to hide those scars, ok now i am done babbling =/ -sorrow "our greatest gift is not ever falling but rising every time we do"