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The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

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

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THE WILL

King Sven and Queen Evi welcomed King Charles as he entered inside the State Hall chamber.

“Hello, brother!” he hugged me and tap my shoulders then I kissed the hand of Queen Evi as I approached her. Then, his valet ushered me to my seat.

I cleared my throat and said “How was the search of Beatrix? I have called help earlier today after you call me on the phone. I couldn’t understand why the Goldwing Royal plane crashed. It’s highly maintained and a new state-of-the-art technology that could survive from the blizzard and any kind of weather condition.”

“I agree!” Sven said earnestly.

“We already have the written report on the root cause of the crashed” he added and handed me the report.

“Well, the report shows human error. I’m very sad to know that Beatrix was onboard when this happens. We just hope that she will be found today or... we will lose her.” My heart is heavy with the thought.

The silence is broken when my portable phone rings.