I GHOSTED THE WRONG GUY

Cold and quiet night. Cool and fresh breeze. Peaceful and no people. Shining stars sympathize with their only friend that gives light on this night, the moon.

I slowly applied my hand to the clear and clean water of this river. I could feel the gradual touch of cold on my hand causing my feathers to grow.

"I don't remember anything," I whispered into the air. "I don't remember a single one of my being."

My eyes crawled to the sparkling river water due to the reflection of the moonlight that beautifies and attracts it. For no apparent reason drew a very bitter smile on my lips.

"Of the twenty-six letters translated into the alphabet ... not one of them, I don't even know which one was used to form my name."

I am a woman. I know that. I know a lot about the world I live in today, so much. But why in all other things is that identity of mine is the one that should disappear from my memory? It’s been a few days since I woke up and I’ve been wandering around this place and to this day that’s still the question that swirls in my mind.

Ever since I landed here I haven't been able to leave anywhere because for me there is nothing more peaceful in this place that even though I don't know how I got here, I think I'm a homeless person.

Soon I was suddenly stopped in my tracks when I heard the intended crash of a race car where the concrete bridge was designed to make way for two separate lands in the middle of this river not far from where I was sitting.

Arrogant.

I would have just turned my attention back to the meditation but I have never been able to hear the noise again in that direction. This time the noise doubled, even more, there was a mixture of screams of people, songs, cars, and so on. I watched the passing happy people on the bridge, they had a lot of lighting that added beauty to what they were doing.

It’s not annoying because I enjoy the fun that takes place there. Maybe it's not bad to go there and have fun, isn't it?

At the thought of that idea, a silly smile gradually came to my face. I didn't waste any more time and I ran to that place. That modern bridge was too high for me to possibly accomplish the goal immediately but the frustration within me was immediately dispelled when I saw a steel staircase that was the solution to my problem.

When I managed to get there, as expected I was greeted by the satisfaction of the people currently still passing in the middle of the bridge. It's not narrow in this place, there are just a lot of people here so it's crowded.

I, on the other hand, am just here on the side where I can still breathe while happily wandering around. I think there is something special in the middle of everyone’s excitement that even when they take pictures there is no respite.

It's just amazing that I don't even seem to have a presence with the people I'm with. Not paying attention but they got me trampled on, they are still malicious and if you look at normal people, they would have apologized earlier.

"Just slap that, son!" suddenly shouted my nearby ale. "Mommy is so proud of you!"

A girl noticed the rage of ale next to her, "What are you, mars, this is Santa Cruzan and not modeling!"

Because of what the ale said, I squatted down just to see the middle and I just laughed softly when I confirmed that Santa Cruzan is the perfect one.

The line just kept moving forward, I just kept following them until I just noticed that this place was no longer familiar to me. Each division has decorations, there is a place where children play happily, many also sell what-ifs and there is a church that is more colorful than all. But whatever it was, I only confirmed one thing, we were in town.

I let the line go straight ahead and pulled away to watch the children playing in the distance because it was a secret that they got my attention more. It's fun. It just makes me lose my appetite because there are so many cars passing by.

I was about to take my eyes off it but when my eyes caught the boy crossing alone while the attention was on the food he was eating, my whole being stopped and my eyes widened when I saw the big car which passes where the child walks. I no longer wandered around and hurriedly went to the child who still didn’t care about the world. The boy was within my reach, and as I pushed him hard, the car horn sounded, signaling that I was about to be run over! Out of fear I was not able to leave the seat and only closed my eyes, covered myself, and sat down, waiting for it to pass me.