District Shade

Dawn Rises

My journal.
Is this even my journal?
I don't know if I'm even writing something right now. Its hard living in district 8 they say from mouths of other district. Honestly, I don't know how I got here.
I don't even remember being here.
I just woke up from an hour ago.

Its a bit shady here, its very dark.
The people said that there are newbies every week.
I guess I'm one of them, somehow.
But I don't remember why and how.
Im not close to calling this district, home.
Some people said they knew me, or maybe they just can't see my face well.
I'll tell you again, its very dark here.
Some people said they never knew me, I guess those are the newbies.
But am I one of them? Where am I even born.
Did amnesia occur to me when I came here?
All these questions in my mind just makes me sick.

Today I'm confused.
Who am I?

I never actually seen anyone's faces here.
I don't see mine as well.
But everyone got used to it.

Even in my short experience, neither did I.
Did I really live here? Its like being born old.
And of course we all have names, I guess I'm called Steve here, even if I'm a girl.
People just don't know who they're talking to so everyone just introduce themselves to anyone who crosses paths with them everyday. People have brains, so they know that voice once they hear them.
And me, they called me Steve.
Its not like I allowed them to call me that.
Who is this Steve they're referring to anyway?
I'm actually a mute. I think they don't know.
I didn't know.

I didn't know how,I didn't know everything.
So right now, of course I know how to read, of course I know how to write.(I think they can't read this because they can't see it)
But does that even matter here? Yeah I don't think so.
But I found this notebook, so I started writing on it.
If I could get a short glimpse of what it looks like when I can see it.
It would be a miracle, but not just my notebook nor my crappy handwriting.
I'm talking about everything.

Don't think I'm a caveman who looks at things in a whole new world.
I just wanted to see how the world was doing all this time without me.
Or all this time wasted away from the world.
In here, the people are social. Even if they can't see each other.
They're so nice and friendly, they're also industrious even with that huge shade inside this district.

We might not be capable of telling time.
In here.
But they/everyone knows the day.

Day 2:

This is day two, the hole we look at to tell if the sun is up is covered with a huge crowd everyday an old man told me. Well eventually those days were old.

Right now, its dawn.
It is the rising of the sun.
I slept like an angel that night.

I just went on with the name 'Steve', Everyone knows every person here.
Since I'm the only one not talking here, they already know who I am.
Well I guess i'll just end this entry.