Shattered Dream

A page from my diary

July 5, 2017

Dear mind,

After all my findings I couldn't see you. What was happening around me? Whoever meets me finally slipped into you, you were the topic for all. I could hear your praises everywhere. Soon I realized that, even though you are burning with issues, you are still a hero in the mind of people. I still remember the moment when I first saw you on TV, fired by the powerholders, but your eyes gleamed in confidence. You were doing right. You changed me a lot. I started to see the news, just to see you. Newspapers were close to my heart since every day they wrote something about you. I read a lot about you, in just one month I could say about you more than an encyclopedia could. But today I am helpless. You were so near to me, even though we could meet in just an hour, I didn't try to meet you. I know tomorrow you are going, you didn't quit voluntarily, but they made you quit. All the channels were discussing this insane act of your transfer but the result was in vain.

I don't know why my eyes shed tears. But I know that my mind decided to complete your incomplete work...but after all, I couldn't meet you, great loss of my life.

Yours,

Ceeta