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But from now to April 20th I will be on break from this blog.
I am going to take the time to get better at handling this and have some more control over the stuff that I am writing.
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I'll be back on the 21st, starting off the schedule with Chapter Two of The Beast. So stay tune!
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Apr 12, 2014
" Once I realized the things we take for granted are really miracles, I came to see everything in it's precious, ephemeral beauty. -Jun Mochizuki "
The tiny life holds on so dearly to its precious winter rose
As it begins to wither away.
Imprinted footsteps gather around the wilting life
Leaving trails of oblivion and paths of focused and broken minds.
But not all of the trails lead past the lone flower.
Two, so small yet so big, imprints stood before it,
Melting the ice as it stayed, watching the red petals dance withe white flakes.
They weren't alone to do so.
They gave warmth and sunlight to the dying crimson.
They stayed as the others left.
They stayed until the very end.
And when time was up, they knew
They knew exactly,
That it held a long one in this ferocious time.
And that made them pleased.
The beauty was and always will be in the hearts of the imprinted, melting the snow for those to grow a little longer.
Apr 11, 2014
I opened my eyes, laying on the dirty ground. Slowly but surely, I scrambled to my feet. I was shaky, tumbling backwards and back on to my ass. The golden grass was as tall as I was standing. Though it was thick, when the sun was setting, it made it harder for me to see. The light was beaming on my face. After giving up trying to stand, I tried to recall how the hell did I get here.
But nothing came to mind.
Nothing but the area and blackness roamed though my thoughts. After trying to process what’s going on, I realized, I didn't even know my own name. What was it? Samantha? Jennifer? Marry-Anne? Yet none of them felt the least bit familiar. Who am I? I thought to myself. Who was I?
Now exhausted, I laid on my back staring at the sky colored in red. I didn't know what to do. Cry. Scream. What was there to cry or scream about anyway? I lifted a dirty hand in the air. My arm was covered with bruises and scars. How did I get these? The countless, unanswered thinking caused my energy to drain as I felt my eye lids slightly closing.