...an old and shabby book covered in dusts was inside. It was an interesting moment, I've never realized that Mom would put nonsense things in a place such as these. She loved secret compartments, and one thing I really know about her is that she treasures jewelry so much, she would keep it away. So why this?
I smiled and thought that Mom had revealed another mystery. So not her. And then i giggled softly. She was just so unpredictable. First, you will think that you now her very well and then the next moment, you'd realize, there's so much more hidden in her captivating eyes.
I grabbed the book and realized that it was not your typical reading material. I thought at first that it was an encyclopedia of some sort, but guess what? it's a diary. Go figures. Who would want to have a diary heavier than your bag?
i dusted all the dirt away from the cover and it says there on the hardbound front, "DIARY" engraved with golden lines that looked more of the hard bound covers of the classic books. That, or the bible we had when i was living with my family back in the college years.
i was about to open the book to see the insides when i realized something...
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a shabby, old diary.
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long forgotten.
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bugging me.
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this is the same diary that awakens me during my sleep, the same diary that keeps me wondering day by day.
It was the same- the looks, the shabbiness, the antiquity, even the torn pages being felt by my thumb as i breeze through it. it's all freakishly the same!! somehow it felt like a dejavu that eats my insides and make a new man out of me. i haven't read the book yet but here I am letting this moment consumed me.
it felt like the whole world stopped as I stared at this black book of accounts while sitting on what is now the cold ground of the room. I didnt know if it was me or the room got chilly to go with the flow of this mystery.
NO.
It's not even a mystery. It's just coincidence. Maybe I'm just regaining lost memory. Probably that or I'm realizing a metaphor of my life. I don't know what it is though, but I can feel that there's something hidden somewhere among these pages.
I stood up and got a small stool, this is now or never. I have to unravel thoughts inside my head. I braced myself as i turn the first page of the diary...
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deep, loud beating of my heart was heard.
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small drops of perspiration on my forehead were appearing.
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I gulped and expected the unexpected.
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after all, it wasn't in that dream, right?
