Xazor Elessar
Oct 24th, 2002, 07:43:49 PM
Crawling In The Dark
I will dedicate and sacrifice my every-thing
for just a seconds worth of how my story's ending
and I wish I could know if the directions that I take
and all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
Help me carry on
assure me it's ok to
use my heart and not my eyes
to navigate the darkness
will the ending be
ever coming suddenly?
will I ever get to see
the ending to my story?
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
So when and how will I know?
How much further do I have to go? (have to go)
and how much longer until I finally know? (finally know)
cause I am looking and I just can't see what's in front of me
in front of me
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
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Day 1...Week 45
Dear Gaia,
I have felt so lost lately as if no one loves me. I know I've said it before and I'll say it time and time again...but this galaxy is so lonely as of late. Perhaps it's all in my head...but even with the few I am close to, it isn't enough. I've been struggling with so much and the stress is getting to be a bit overwhelming. Terran thinks that I should take a break...but my duties are with the Jedi...I must carry on.
Is it because I am young? I have felt fear for the first time in a long time...perhaps I am falling from the path I have chosen. To think that I have risen from the Darkness to the Light...just to feel it taking over again. Anger....I have felt it as well...anger at others, and myself. Maybe I should take a break...maybe.
Love, Xazor
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Day 2...Week 45
Dear Gaia,
I must be cursed! Life around me seems to be falling into despair and there is nothing I can do about it! My Father will hardly speak with me...my own Brother despises me, I am sure....the Father of my Unborn won't even look at me....and Terran, well...he's a different story. I won't even go into those details right now, I'm sure you know already. Marcus and Helenias are the only ones I have now...I just hope they don't give up on me.
I need to find peace or I'm sure I'll loose it. I haven't told anyone this, though Marcus knows...he sees the words I write upon this paper right now....he knows that I write to no one....though I do this every night. Scary isn't it, how we are so close? It is comforting though....he's closer to me than anyone has ever been in my life. I decided to take a short break and possibly visit home again...Eden, how I miss it there. I hope they have not cast me out either...
Love, Xazor
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Day 3...Week 45
Dear Gaia,
I've been having terrible nightmares lately, and I am afraid to go to sleep. Something is haunting my dreams and I wish it would go away! I see visions of my Mother...being tortured. Then I see myself being tortured...and then my child, I see my Unborn and Marcus....Terran, Dasquian...Helenias, Oriadin...and many others whose faces are unclear. Everyone is tortured as they fight against something. I wish I knew what it was so I could stop it, but I am only one person.
They keep me awake...screams of terror ring through the night but I can't stop them...I can't make it go away! I need to speak to someone...I've fallen into depression. I shouldn't feel this way, right? I'm a Jedi...maybe I should talk to Navaria...or the rest of the Council. I'm so lost...I'm crawling in the dark...
Love, Xazor
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Xazor rested gently in her soft warm bed against the wall in her Living Quarters. The window on the other side of the room let a bit of moonlight in that danced upon the floor. The rising and falling of her chest was rhythmatic as she breathed in slowly and deeply...her heartrate slow as her mind body was inactive, but her mind raced. This was only natural in everybody, but Xazor's mind was different...her dreams were different. Her room was still and quiet....the diary she kept to the god of the Garou, Gaia, rested at the foot of her bed, open to the last page she wrote in. The air was warm and everything seemed picturesque until suddenly a nightmare struck.
A woman who mirrored Xazor in many ways, lay upon the ground as men circled her....beating her with objects she had once used: Lightwhips. The men were vicious and cruel, not giving her any chance to get up or escape at all. A tall man who's face was shadowed, stood over them, chanting for them to continue on. The woman was beat so severaly that when it was finished, she was dead and completely unrecognizable. She had screamed out in pain and terror, and these cries rang through Xazor's mind.
"STOP! NO! STOP!!"
She yelled at the top of her lungs and sat up straight in bed, panting hard and sweating. Placing a hand on her chest, her widened eyes peered about the quiet room...not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Taking deep breaths with her eyes closed, the Knight called upon the Force to calm her down as she regrouped from the terribly vivid dream. Her own calls had been quite loud and she hoped that no one had heard her....No one must ever know of this... she said softly to herself.
Pushing the white linen sheets off of her body, Xazor placed her feet upon the cold floor and rose up a bit shakily. Moving towards the refresher, she stood looking in the mirror as she tossed cold water upon her face. Maybe that would wake her up and make her feel better. This was routine though, and she knew it would do nothing if she went back to sleep. Walking into the kitchen, she got out a glass and poured herself a bit of Namana Juice, then sat down upon the couch with it, taking slow little sips as she turned on the holomonitor. There was nothing entertaining on...but at least it was a relief....a release from those dreams. She just hoped that she could stay awake now....she prayed that she would.....
I will dedicate and sacrifice my every-thing
for just a seconds worth of how my story's ending
and I wish I could know if the directions that I take
and all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
Help me carry on
assure me it's ok to
use my heart and not my eyes
to navigate the darkness
will the ending be
ever coming suddenly?
will I ever get to see
the ending to my story?
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
So when and how will I know?
How much further do I have to go? (have to go)
and how much longer until I finally know? (finally know)
cause I am looking and I just can't see what's in front of me
in front of me
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
__________________________________________
Day 1...Week 45
Dear Gaia,
I have felt so lost lately as if no one loves me. I know I've said it before and I'll say it time and time again...but this galaxy is so lonely as of late. Perhaps it's all in my head...but even with the few I am close to, it isn't enough. I've been struggling with so much and the stress is getting to be a bit overwhelming. Terran thinks that I should take a break...but my duties are with the Jedi...I must carry on.
Is it because I am young? I have felt fear for the first time in a long time...perhaps I am falling from the path I have chosen. To think that I have risen from the Darkness to the Light...just to feel it taking over again. Anger....I have felt it as well...anger at others, and myself. Maybe I should take a break...maybe.
Love, Xazor
_________________________________________
Day 2...Week 45
Dear Gaia,
I must be cursed! Life around me seems to be falling into despair and there is nothing I can do about it! My Father will hardly speak with me...my own Brother despises me, I am sure....the Father of my Unborn won't even look at me....and Terran, well...he's a different story. I won't even go into those details right now, I'm sure you know already. Marcus and Helenias are the only ones I have now...I just hope they don't give up on me.
I need to find peace or I'm sure I'll loose it. I haven't told anyone this, though Marcus knows...he sees the words I write upon this paper right now....he knows that I write to no one....though I do this every night. Scary isn't it, how we are so close? It is comforting though....he's closer to me than anyone has ever been in my life. I decided to take a short break and possibly visit home again...Eden, how I miss it there. I hope they have not cast me out either...
Love, Xazor
_________________________________________
Day 3...Week 45
Dear Gaia,
I've been having terrible nightmares lately, and I am afraid to go to sleep. Something is haunting my dreams and I wish it would go away! I see visions of my Mother...being tortured. Then I see myself being tortured...and then my child, I see my Unborn and Marcus....Terran, Dasquian...Helenias, Oriadin...and many others whose faces are unclear. Everyone is tortured as they fight against something. I wish I knew what it was so I could stop it, but I am only one person.
They keep me awake...screams of terror ring through the night but I can't stop them...I can't make it go away! I need to speak to someone...I've fallen into depression. I shouldn't feel this way, right? I'm a Jedi...maybe I should talk to Navaria...or the rest of the Council. I'm so lost...I'm crawling in the dark...
Love, Xazor
_________________________________________
Xazor rested gently in her soft warm bed against the wall in her Living Quarters. The window on the other side of the room let a bit of moonlight in that danced upon the floor. The rising and falling of her chest was rhythmatic as she breathed in slowly and deeply...her heartrate slow as her mind body was inactive, but her mind raced. This was only natural in everybody, but Xazor's mind was different...her dreams were different. Her room was still and quiet....the diary she kept to the god of the Garou, Gaia, rested at the foot of her bed, open to the last page she wrote in. The air was warm and everything seemed picturesque until suddenly a nightmare struck.
A woman who mirrored Xazor in many ways, lay upon the ground as men circled her....beating her with objects she had once used: Lightwhips. The men were vicious and cruel, not giving her any chance to get up or escape at all. A tall man who's face was shadowed, stood over them, chanting for them to continue on. The woman was beat so severaly that when it was finished, she was dead and completely unrecognizable. She had screamed out in pain and terror, and these cries rang through Xazor's mind.
"STOP! NO! STOP!!"
She yelled at the top of her lungs and sat up straight in bed, panting hard and sweating. Placing a hand on her chest, her widened eyes peered about the quiet room...not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Taking deep breaths with her eyes closed, the Knight called upon the Force to calm her down as she regrouped from the terribly vivid dream. Her own calls had been quite loud and she hoped that no one had heard her....No one must ever know of this... she said softly to herself.
Pushing the white linen sheets off of her body, Xazor placed her feet upon the cold floor and rose up a bit shakily. Moving towards the refresher, she stood looking in the mirror as she tossed cold water upon her face. Maybe that would wake her up and make her feel better. This was routine though, and she knew it would do nothing if she went back to sleep. Walking into the kitchen, she got out a glass and poured herself a bit of Namana Juice, then sat down upon the couch with it, taking slow little sips as she turned on the holomonitor. There was nothing entertaining on...but at least it was a relief....a release from those dreams. She just hoped that she could stay awake now....she prayed that she would.....