They called her lost
Because she was looking
For her home.

But those who never
Searched,
Were they ever home?


-- Eleanor

There is a tumour
Inside of me.
And what does it do?
It grows and grows
And keeps growing.

This tumour
Is loneliness.


-- Eleanor

I totally adore
How you blend in the crowd
But when we're alone
You become you.


-- Eleanor

I love the kind of sadness
That makes me write.


-- Eleanor

I just feel there is
Something immortal
Inside our veins,
And perhaps I am conceited
But I mean it.

You make eternity
Possible with your gentle
swords of hands,
And perhaps I am defeated
But I feel it.


-- Eleanor

My heart wavers between ancient
and fresh.
You drag me down the water
with your anchor of false hopes.
And he wide opens his arms,
the door, his heart
then looks at me
And tells me I am free.


-- Eleanor

I have never understood the aim, concept and purpose of letters. All I know is letters are where you combine ink and what your heart says. Basically, it is where you pour everything that's in your heart through a piece of paper.

you are the only person i'd stay awake at 2AM for.
the person i'd never get tired complimenting.
this letter would go on a thousand pages if i write everything i feel when you talk to me.
i think you're perfect and that I don't deserve you. i love all your flaws. i love you.

i want to make you believe you are lovely.

I am going
Because you tell me things
You only mean when she's away.
And she's often away,
And I'm often here.

But your mind is always
Where she is.


-- Eleanor

Being alone
Is when no one is around.
But loneliness
Feels as if someone is around
Yet completely ignoring you.


-- Eleanor

They say that we're all just halves
Of what we are supposed to be...
But tonight, I am whole.


-- Eleanor