well here it is:

[such a lonely day]
I've got nothing to say at this very point of time,
soo many things done to mess up to part of mine,
never in my life I have wanted something like this
but everythings done now and its something i really miss,
I thought I was standing on soil between the path and the grass,
but however thats not peoples idea of where I am at but ill pass,
instead im of an idea of the soil that grows the green leafs when the spring bites,
but still I am firmly on the ground not ready to move until I know whats right,
I've not nothing to say at this point of time,
am I falling in or am I making a sign,
I seriously do not know,
tell me soo,
saying it isnt the shame of my life,
not saying it is the pain of this time,
goodbye, goodnights are no more there,
its a pain soo hard that I cant seem to bear,
im sorry.
-bryantozozo
April 9, 2008