The sound of guns...
The darkness...
The smoke...
Then, oblivion.

Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares.

Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered.

Looking outside my window,
I am writing my daily journal and poetry today...
To release all the pains and tensions from my past.

And I wrote..

December 18, 1980
Myshkin, Russia

My beloved,

Have you ever ask yourself...
What's your life purpose?
If..
Are you doing the right thing?
Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant?
Day dreaming into your own world?

Too much questions filled in your heart and mind.
Too much of everything that you don't want.
Too much!

To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me.
Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them.
Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories.
Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death.

Yes, I did face it all.
I cried hard.
After decades of those patterned memories...
This is the first time that I realized..
How I treated myself so badly.

And I really wanted to give back to myself.
By appreciating my past.

Appreciate yourself more...
Love yourself more...
And you will discover more...

I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past.

***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF***

My dearest self in the past...
I have been visiting you lately in a vast...
You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS,
You go out more, loving the sun and grasses,
Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above.

Joyous days, feet touching stones and green
Oh How glorious those days have been
Flowing like water in every storms within
And wind touches, caressing my skin
Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose".
A path full of journey and a dead rose

All those rise and fall, I am with you...
All those tears and laughter, I am with you..
I am always with you til the end of time

The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

We quickly get dressed since the commotion outside our room seemed endless. 


"My love... I'm so sorry about this but I'll make sure that next time, no more disturbances." I squeeze her hand in comfort. 


Beatrix just smiled and squeeze my hand in response. 


"Your highness.. do not worry so much. I'm fine." she said genuinely. 


Then I escorted her to seat in the sofa, give her a peck on her soft lips and swiftly reached the doors to open for the unexpected visitors. King Sven and Queen Evi are standing outside our doors with Princess Sophie and the military escorts. 


"Hello Your Majesty! Mother... and Princess Sophie... Please come in!" 


Then, Beatrix eyes widened and bow down. 


"Your Majesty.. and Princess Sophie... It is nice to see you again!" she said politely. 


Princess Sophie hugged me and Beatrix. 


"Oh how I missed this two lovebirds! Princess Sophie cheerfully said. 


THE PALACE