A letter to the Ghost...

<letter inspired by Connie Jan Maraan's The Ghost>

Dear Ghost,

I wrote you a letter to save my self from hiring a shaman of some sort, after all you won't appear to someone you didn't know.

Yes, the news from the crash, it may have mellowed but never forgotten.  I was still unborn during the sad event but I heard horrible stories about it.  A friend of my dad, in particular, died also in that crash, a very close one, or he says so.  Anyway, you must have been tired of roaming around for 21 years, or have you stopped?

You know, for the past months I've been wondering how it is like to be a ghost, to look at everybody without them knowing, or someone you particularly like.  Yes, like Selene on an unknowing Endymion.

I find the Tayuman area a bit sad, after hearing your story.  My memory of Tayuman will be forever stained by what happened (despite of the fact that someone I liked lives by).  Yes, I will agree with you that it is a very strange place, with all the hollow statuaries, a weird representation of how Filipinos view of faith and religion, if you ask me.  Belief in this part of the world, most of the time, is festive but hollow inside, yes just like the statuaries.  Twenty years have passed and nothing much have changed.

Forgetting the accidental after death must have been a bliss, gender for example.  After all, we were first created with non, as souls in the empyrean.  You were lucky, because even though it didn't end well, at least a memory still got intact, pain is still better than apathy.  Or do you still remember pain?

It may be contradictory to what I've said earlier, but society today is a little bit civil with your kind, if not tolerant.  But you will always hear and see hecklers and haters all over town, those from "inside the wall", if you know that I mean.  How did you survive that kind of lifestyle back then? Or do you count that as survival?  Yes, there will be things that you can't give, things that they much more value than others.

I pray for your soul at night.  Because I am having this weird premonition, that I might end up like you too.  Roaming around a familiar place, looking for someone who I don't even know if still remembers me.

Maybe fate would be less harsher, that years from now, someone will also remember me, just like I did to you.

With a strange but familiar bond,
Future Ghost