Dear ghost,

In my frozen memory, there was hundred of students aligned like a snake. I was also there; waiting for a promise of dreams. I remember the smiling stranger that believed in my future written in a paper. Every night after that day was an error.

Those nights I spend it under the starry sky laying on the slippery cold slide. When it rained, under the umbrella I stretched my hand to catch the yellow rain beneath the street light.

I remember the black asphalt that had small gravel softly hiting my barefoot. And those music that echoed from the earphones.

Sometimes, the silence that vibrated. And lovely Oscar with his gray eyes with tint of blue. He looked so intently. I wonder if he saw my future too.

I remember the call that said, "Are you sure?"

I was sure. I was sure. I was sure. This road is right. I have not lost my way. The night are still beautiful so I need to just walk outside. And remember it untill It is carved in me that I was sure. Trust her.

Yours

"When I was little, the sky was closer, much much closer… That's why I like the rain since it comes with the smell of sky."

- Garden of words

Bulan's Dear Diary