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Cherry BlossomsWithin the confines of space and time, The will of the strong is restricted. Beyond the wisps of demonic and divine, The potential will truly show for those gifted, with the immeasurable aptitude and power of those whom are lifted Above All OthersCherry Blossoms
Without the self-given bindings and limitations, the imprisoned singled-minded perfections are freed. Before the idealistic era of unit identifications, the true leaders worthy would lead. The person within was glorified, With an indescribable aura of colossus beauty, that shook the heaves so the gods themselves wou
by ~SammichS
BMC Explination.This was probably the most cryptic, yet in depth look into my mind. Some of the writing is very direct and needs no further thought, while other parts are in code.BMC Explination.
I will translate paragraph by paragraph.
“Some times…there just simply is no time. Always…will there never be some thing.” ~~This statement is of course contradictory in both ways. As of now, I have very little time to do things that I want to do, thanks to my responsibilities. There is no time for myself. Also, there is always something I want, but will never have.
“It’s that place that I have always sought out, a
by ~SammichS
Blink Mine Child...Some times…there just simply is no time. Always…will there never be some thing.Blink Mine Child...
It’s that place that I have always sought out, always ventured for. It is that area that I can call my own and to no one else will it ever belong. It’s that moment in this continual rotation of the earth’s orbit, where all thoughts, fabricated or truth, are indeed put to a halt. To every reaction there comes an action, and a motion set is never again stopped. However, I remained untouched by the rift in the time space continuum.
It was then that I lifted my self as I brushed off the matter which clung to my hair, wiping my hands upon the
by ~SammichS
hIT aND rUNTake my hand and lead me onwards, Towards that shooting star. Lead me forward through the night, To that land afar.hIT aND rUN
The hounds behind their gates are snarling, They're eager to bound over, eager to devour. Bright and blinding light of the streetlamp over head, The sirens sound ‘round me and I ask, “Am I dead?”
Upon the double yellow stripes.
Then don’t forget the roots you leave, Because that is where I still stand. Beneath your hopes and dreams tonight, Without any way to reach that holy land.
The crescent moon floats the
by ~SammichS
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