Far away from the eye of the people --Sitting under a tree was Julius, his eyes darted up with longing--He had found her, Eleanor, his Eleanor--Though, she had ignored him like he was a stranger--Like he was nothing more than a mere stranger. As if they had never made all those memories years ago--As if they hadn't passionately kissed under that tree---Where they couldn't even stop themselves.
He then began writing--As his eyes wandered absent-mindedly.
Thorns have pierced my feet! Did we really hug or not?
Ah! How many times have you pierced my heart, huh?
A meaningless battle was fought for you.
I will not forgive by staying away from you!
Who are you? Tell me, I forgot...
Maybe you shouldn't have held me...
He choked between his cries--Muffling them with his palm as he continued.
You questioned my soul, didn't you?
I have plunged into death—as if I am about to dive now.
You are holding my body—screaming as if mad. I have taken over your mind...
I couldn't keep it alive. __Julius (Slav)
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Eleanor petronella sat. Rubbing her temple with frustration--Dominic had asked her, though she said nothing.
Eleanor had then asked him--"What would you do if you were saddened baba?" she asked, her eyebrows casted a slight frown.
Dominic smiled warmly and sighed, setting aside his wool cloak--He sat next to her--His frail, veiny hands grazed her palm--Well, daughter, his eyes darted to her then at the ceiling. He stared at it for a few seconds then he smiled knowingly--"I would write" he ended.
Eleanor's eyebrows raised, write? she then sighed, what would writing to do baba? would it make my sorrow be gone? she asked, with a bitter tone. Her lips casted a light pout.
Dominic let out a low laugh at her childishness--His thumb then grazed at her chin in a fatherly way-Well daughter, what else can we do? he asked as he watched Eleanor's eyes widening.
We pray, we ask, we beg--But sometimes, not everything we wanted happens and that's okay. Eleanor's gaze fell as she nodded.
He continued, "writing relieves us dear" She shot him a look again. We pour our soul into the writing, getting everything out of the depths of our heart as we bleed out on the paper.
Eleanor's heart raced--She then nodded--Maybe writing may relieve her. --That's a maybe.
So, she did as he told.
now staring onto the blank paper--She dipped the fine tip of the quill into the viscous ink. Her eyes then wandered then she began writing and didn't stop. She wrote and wrote--Choking between tears. She wrote.
Her hands were weary though that couldn't stop her, then she closed her eyes--The image of he and her, at their little village flashed through her eyes:
Thorns lie under your feet – Oh when we hugged without rhythm
– How many times have I stabbed you in the heart.
for me - a senseless war was fought.
Holding on to you - Forgiveness was what I sought.
What is this that you call love?
Tell me, because I forgot...
Maybe I shouldn't have let you go...
I questioned your soul, didn't I?
I watched you dive to your death - as if you were going to dive in... Now I'm holding your body - I'm screaming arrogantly – You've taken my sanity You couldn't keep it alive __Eleanor petronella