And were are all swallowed up by one form or another. Be it love be it pain. Only described as a new breed of sadness. So old that its become a new kind of madness.
There is no quit, there is no end. There is only try,try and try again.
We all wish for a name. One that is still spoken of long after we have left. One that is remembered less for who they were, and more for what they did. We all wish for that name.
Evan Ray: Today. →
e-ray-so-fly: Today is I’ll ever know, Evan Ray With The sickest flow. About to drop my truth so everyone will know. I have that deep feeling of destiny. That feeling tells me keep going, be patient, and eventually I’ll be fed the recipe. Not to success or to a big house full of riches and jewels. But… My cuz
If your looking for love, find god.
Why is it that...
Why is it that we can not see them or speak to them for day’s, and we are normal. We are content, an they have escaped our mind. But the moment We see them the moment and hear them it all comes back, like a wave on us? Everything we felt, the sadness ensues as we try to forget how much we loved you.