eh...this is how i fell..

the drama that fuels the stamina that rules the the faces that fool me into places that i don't want occupy. but when i try to deny all the lies that hold my truths, i find that my world is nothing more than a dream in a hope of a lie that would be true if i actully could prove that i am not the one to loose but gain from the rain that storms my pain and strife. trying to find this notion that is a life and maybe a wife.

with the rules that i have broken by me justifying my own lies in believing that truth lye in all the time spent wanting, wasting, welding an image of a life that i could not obtain from the phasade of me and the socially constructed me.