Dear ghost,
Sometimes, this place hold no worth in my letters and the dreams are tainted by those plain meadows and the blue oceans. However, my heart often whispers. No matter where I stay, no matter where I stray, all place treasures and fight just as mine. It is a jungle out there. The jungle ain't dark, it is so bright it exposes what I truly am made of. It does not have diamonds. It only has humans as deary as those in my country.
Have the life ever lied to you?
I was deceived by my life. It told me that my future is better than most, so I went to school. I dreamt. I graduated. Went to college. Graduated. It has been months since I have become what you call adults. I am neither scared nor desirous.. well maybe just a little but aren't I always? It's just that I can now clearly see what I cannot have. I know my worth. I know what I am capable of. It is not what the life told me for it made me believe I was different. In truth, I was so normal. I am normal. Just a puppet in the system, a mere machine in the jungle. I am just regularly in need of fuel.
The letters that I often receive, holds the immeasurably delusional hope. It is ever present. Ever tempting. It is the only thing that has not changed.
Yours even as I fear to be.