RIP TO RIFE --Grimmey Lately Ive acquired a sense of wat seems to be the emotional strand of my conscience. More than often i contemplate the value of substance within my own life. Tears are no longer just the water dwn my face. So emotionally filled on the inside, my tears are now justified by the over flowing of my pain within. The tears are only the physical, its the concept tht actually provides self with the knowledge to understand. I cry because emotionally my well has reached its capacity. Tears flow only to sustain my ability to push on. So i cry.. But i also live.. I live thru you.. I live thru us.. I live thru concept.. The more emotionally overwhelmed i get. The stronger i become. The more pain i endure, the more water pumped into this well of mind. The more new water pumped in. The more ol water pumped out, and so on. Some may say; Pain is pain, no matter crying out, or pumping in. So when is there eva relief?.But theres always relief. The relief stands as the well, and the ability to manage its density, knowingly, and unknowingly. Sometimes we have to Use the things tht make us weak to make us strong. Sometimes the things tht made us strong, turn to be Use to make us weak. So pumping in, or crying out. We must Use concept to benefit self... Trust!. Its allot easier done than said.. Balance!. There just has to be balance. Thts it... when i think of time spent with out you, it makes me weak. On my knees weak!. But wen i think of time spent living for u, it makes me strong. Stronger than Ive eva been. And i continually grow... So look dwn on us and kno this. Yes!. We cry, but dnt be pissed. Its these same tears tht gives us strength. These tears fertilize the foundations we stand on, from our face, to the ground beneath us. Daisies sprout. Flowers blossom, And tears supply there strength. But pain supplied the tears. Its wen ur around me tht the air seems to smell so sweet. The trees tend to be fruitful, and the flowers spring alive. Its wen ur gone tht they die, and the trees become weak. The air gets bitter cold, and the breeze never sleeps. But no more tragedy. Just alil pain. Just us. Alil more to gain. I love u bro. We love you. From Every Smile. To Every Laugh. To Every Tear. (B.I.D) (M.O.E)... 4-LIFE* 4-RIFE******. #Inthemaking
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 03:44:58 +0000
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