06-30-2003, 06:57 AM
::Roll Credits::
"Sam I Am"
The wind. That gentle breeze you feel on the beach massaging, or the tsunami you see before you drown in the ocean, or even the same gust of an invisible force that turns the windmill to feed a villa of some sort. The wind- it whispers to me. Sometimes it tells me a secret, and sometimes I am the one doing the telling. It lifts my wings up as I soar through the digital world, and keeps me up there. Even when I am on the ground, my invisible friend is still there trying to save me from gravity. It tries to save me from the fact that I walk by putting one foot in front of the other again and again just like everybody else. It tries to save me from reality.
It is then that I spread these old wings and revisit him. I let him coarse through me, and I breathe him in and out. He is my salvation. He is my only friend. The only thing on the face of the digital world that would bother to be the friend of Saidenmon: the digimon who isn
"Sam I Am"
The wind. That gentle breeze you feel on the beach massaging, or the tsunami you see before you drown in the ocean, or even the same gust of an invisible force that turns the windmill to feed a villa of some sort. The wind- it whispers to me. Sometimes it tells me a secret, and sometimes I am the one doing the telling. It lifts my wings up as I soar through the digital world, and keeps me up there. Even when I am on the ground, my invisible friend is still there trying to save me from gravity. It tries to save me from the fact that I walk by putting one foot in front of the other again and again just like everybody else. It tries to save me from reality.
It is then that I spread these old wings and revisit him. I let him coarse through me, and I breathe him in and out. He is my salvation. He is my only friend. The only thing on the face of the digital world that would bother to be the friend of Saidenmon: the digimon who isn