Dear ghost,

On that day, I wanted to cry so much so as to relieve myself. For it felt like the earth beneath me were crumbling. I wanted to crumble that paper and hold it on my chest. That was a prove that I am inept. On that night, I did not want to go home, for it has been a long time since it last felt like home. On that twilight, I wanted to just crumble until someone could hold me. I was incomplete. I wanted those tears to leave my brown eyes and leave only with my sorrows. From the morning till that night, the nascent hollow of my nightmare went on creeping. In between those two, I wanted to cry in anguish for that's what I was burning with. But I did not crumble the paper,I just held that paper, nodded and stood up. Then, I tried again.

Yours even as I fear to be.

Nellia's Dear Diary