"After you graduate what would you like to become? "
Baryu, a professor of psychology asked exoecting a response. But I can't divert, I'm just looking outside watching the birds and leaves fall from an autumn breeze. Then the "white dove" came and hoped in on one of the tree's branches it's color and nature was dazzling like a piece of copper coin reflecting it's feather to the shine of the sun. As I began to realize that I've always hate the light and no longer comfortable seeing it. Before then, a "Black raven" came and sit the branch near the dove, and with just a minute ago it died and fell to the ground showered by its own blood, as the people below were all carving a victorious smile on their faces as if they are successfully getting rid of misfortunes in their lives.
"Black and white. "
I murmured in silence. How beautiful they are living in the same world with different treatments of their be holders, treated unfairly by this also wicked humans. It's magnificent black feathers are covered in its gorgeous blood. Class hours ended and I am still left staring from the window.
"Black raven, is my favorite color."
I whispered. And now I'm standing in front of a scary place, a place of all my nightmares the door where I am abandoned as I was puzzled that the light are still on when it's supposed to be off at this hour holding the knob as I get in and saw the gluttonous couple sipping a tea and slouching on the couch forcing a sad expression on their faces I just shrugged and head straightly towards my room and I was even more confused to see it open,
"But I have my key"
I convinced my thoughts. And when I entered there I saw this young lady and young man that seemed to be familiar, they are crying for the person that slept in his bed forever.
It is now 11:00 in the evening, and here I am climbing at the tallest hill near my city, where I oftenly go to find my comfort. 11:11 now sitting under the big fig treee watching the world below, the flashes of neon lights in every houses are giving visible visions to the entire city, the combined sound of car honkings gives life to the bland face of the place. The nature and it's ruler, the moon was shining as brightly as ever be, the only witness of kindness and wickedness at night a light that is surrounded by countless starry knights the only light that witnessed my tears at night the Moon that knows my death.
A piece of earphone are warmly singing underneath my hair, as I remembered something, Baryu asked about our dreams.
But I just want a music in the mountain.