"I need a little room to breathe 'cause I'm one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to break."
(Monday, August 31st, late afternoon)
(clearing in the woods outside of town)
Woke up from a dead sleep. I'm sure I dreamed. I feel sick and horrified, but now, thanks to whatever the hell that purple stuff Lucien gave me, I don't remember. Normally would sleep in on a Monday, but like hell I'm going back to sleep. Have all the baking done by one, and I'm restless. Don't want to stay here, don't want to eat, or drink......
right.
A walk then. No, it's been a long time since I practiced. Oh, that's an idea. Perk up and thrown on a sturdy pair of heeled boots, a pair of jeans, and a fitted black T. Then my trench. Load it up, even add the bullwhip for good measure, and soon my legs have carried my out of town, right to the border where the woods start. There's no discernible path, but I know the way like the back off my hand. A few minutes more and I come upon a decent sized clearing. My clearing. One of the places Anne and I used to come to to practice. Unbutton my coat, close my eyes and take a few deep breaths...... inhale and.....
hands move like quicksilver, pulling out knives from the depths of my coat, and they go flying to pre-appointed targets all around me. Exhale. Look about, and see that several did not hit the exact spot I wanted them too. Curse softly, circling and rounding them up. To anyone else, it may not seem like a big deal.... but it's just not acceptable to me. Back to center, re-ground myself, and start over, concentrating on exactly where the blade will fall. Look around..... better.
Gather them up a second time.... and repeat, losing myself in the exercise, feeling the tensions, fears and nightmare begin to slip away.....
(Closed)
(clearing in the woods outside of town)
Woke up from a dead sleep. I'm sure I dreamed. I feel sick and horrified, but now, thanks to whatever the hell that purple stuff Lucien gave me, I don't remember. Normally would sleep in on a Monday, but like hell I'm going back to sleep. Have all the baking done by one, and I'm restless. Don't want to stay here, don't want to eat, or drink......
right.
A walk then. No, it's been a long time since I practiced. Oh, that's an idea. Perk up and thrown on a sturdy pair of heeled boots, a pair of jeans, and a fitted black T. Then my trench. Load it up, even add the bullwhip for good measure, and soon my legs have carried my out of town, right to the border where the woods start. There's no discernible path, but I know the way like the back off my hand. A few minutes more and I come upon a decent sized clearing. My clearing. One of the places Anne and I used to come to to practice. Unbutton my coat, close my eyes and take a few deep breaths...... inhale and.....
hands move like quicksilver, pulling out knives from the depths of my coat, and they go flying to pre-appointed targets all around me. Exhale. Look about, and see that several did not hit the exact spot I wanted them too. Curse softly, circling and rounding them up. To anyone else, it may not seem like a big deal.... but it's just not acceptable to me. Back to center, re-ground myself, and start over, concentrating on exactly where the blade will fall. Look around..... better.
Gather them up a second time.... and repeat, losing myself in the exercise, feeling the tensions, fears and nightmare begin to slip away.....
(Closed)