In the room that I haven't entered since then,
inside a dusty shelf I found it.
A book I wrote as a young boy.
A diary of days wich I can't remember and until recently never wanted to remember.

Carefully I took the book out of the shelf.
A clean spot remain there where I took it from.
I turned it around a few times, then whipped off the dust, revealing the word "Diary" written in dark ink.
Suddenly my heart started racing, and my hands shaking.
I've sat down on the wodden floor,
through the dirty window the sun would shine. I opened the book, made all the pages turn through my hands, then returned to the first page.
I took a deep breath, then started to read.

"June 12th 2004:

Dear diary,
My name is...
and I'm from...
I've been born on the...
"
I was so confused, because what I expected to read wasn't there.
Why would I not write name, my hometown and birthday?
It's not like someone erased it from there, I've must left it blank in the first place.

So I continued reading:

"
I've been born on the...
and this is about what the time and only the time can reveal,
about the things that are currently hidden,
and those that wait to be found.

The past will form the future,
so as long as one can remember the past.
So if you read this, the future has finally
begun.

Ending of Entry 1.
"
The words left me clueless,
what was that supposed to mean?
The past will form the future as long as one can remember?
That made no sense...
So I continued reading...




=Author's note=
#DiaryOfTheLast
This is the end of part 1,
leave your opinion in the comments,
if you guys like it I may turn it into a series.
© the cold boy