Uncharted Territory || Ellie & OPEN
The trees were almost completely bare in this stretch of the woods. The wind rustled the orange leaves that covered the ground in sections, the twirling motion looking almost choreographed. Ellie took a long look at the stretch of bended birches in front of her and almost laughed at her urge to write poetry. She never really was much of a poet, herself but for some reason the desire had crept up on her. She was ready to venture into that uncharted territory, opening her notebook and slipping the pen from behind her right ear, until she heard footsteps. She turned around, but saw no one. "Hello?" she called, uncertain. She turned back to her notebook, convincing herself it was an animal. These were woods, after all. But soon again she was starved of oxygen filled with the sound of footsteps and the feeling that someone was watching her instead of air. She turned around again, but no one was there. She wrote hasty poetry to get her mind off of it.
"Please, please come with me and sit where the wild blossoms don't bloom no more
Every second matters. Or rather, is a piece of matter. Yet when gravity grabs for the space each occupies, his hand catches smoke.
Please, these blossoms are ghosts are gravity finally
you're unique."
