Broken Dreams (crshed__angel) wrote in the_guardian, @ 2005-03-31 14:24:00 |
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Current mood: | lonely |
Current music: | Hold me ~savage Garden.. (almost spelled it Guardain) |
Who sees the Guardains In the Dark.
Having been bored and to much time loose on the internet i have come acrossed several things upon my searching. Several of them being people who claim to be writing books involving guardains, I read alot of their story lines, listening and compairing them to things i have done and i have seen.... I know most of you here are going great here she goes off again on a guardain rants, this is what a true guardian should be. WELL IF YOU WOULD SPEAK UP I WOULDN"T BE TALKING TO MYSELF!! (hint hint) But i just need to get this out.
Guardains live among us everday, we look just like everyone else, we smell like everyone else, (unless you don't take a shower then in which case you need one to smell like everyone else.... carry on)The only tell tale sign is their hearts and their eyes. Eyes are the window to the worlds soul. And this is my soul bared to you.
I was a lost guardain for many years, trying to just leave life, i didn't want to be around i didn't know what to do with it. I hated it, so i resorted to the one thing that never changes. COMBAT.... Swings steel and feeling that of the heat of battle its the same every year and every day. The battle change but the tatics are still the same win out, or at least survie to fight another day. When i watch people i look at them, inside, outside, and the parts they keep hidden. Soft glances with their eyes, the ones they think no one sees, I wonder who were warriors in the past life or people who were diplomats, who are cowards, who are just frizzy people who won't live past this world and next life... I myself was a warrior, a lady blade...
LIke i said when im hurt i resort back to the one thing i can do to calm down, training, consentration with pain, to make my movements precised and to that of killing blows, remembering where it will bring the pain of justice to home. To create that movement to feel the steel under my hands. Metal calms me, and that feeling of control, i know where that blade is going to strike, i know how to defend and just feel the heat of the blade..Watching the other eyes, never truely knowing what will come next.
Eyes, even now as im writing i have been watching, looking wondering, no in a combat sence though the habit of knowing ever single exit in the room is a habit that will never die. I know not many know my name anymore and i have lost alot of the pain that comes with being me. I am The lady and i guess i really shouldn't be afraid of that now should I?
Your turn guys..
Who are you
The lady