Sometimes I literally woke up in the midst of the night and seeing myself writing down pages, I sometimes noticed that writing became my life support—it is actually my comfort zone. And lots of them were usually unorganized; I don't have one direction to walk into, I always slid path number two. I tried very hard to be a one path poet but somehow it doesn't work. Sometimes I found myself waking up in the midst of the night and writing down pages.

One night, I was having a unusual dream and founding myself watching intently the moonbeam.

“The moon is covered with the cotton clothes” I whispered and smiled for myself, “However its bright light contains mischievous mystery”

It was covered with cotton clothes but its bright light leaves its abundance. The night sky was filled a thousand constellations and feeling the silence that the atmosphere brought. My purple curtain moves its body as if it was dancing along the rhythm of the wind.

“Been so beautiful, My moon” I used to appreciate and compliment the beauty of what the moon has. And to sum up my appreciation towards my moon I found myself holding my powerful pen and notebook.

“You've been so appreciated by me” I smiled for myself and started writing down my emotions.

“I woke up, because you wake me up

Been so far but I could totally feel you

The stars that you're with is serves as my map

A gratitude for you; for you let me see you

You are beautiful and as always

You brought your buddy; the wind

It never pisses me

I literally felt that this is not the end

For you always made me win

Thy so in love with you

Would you come down and hug me tho?

I know it is impossible

But I am still wishing

That you'll come down, and it would be exciting

You are interesting”

Thought of the night

–Amgine

I heard a footsteps that's indicating the direction in my room; I know mom would always been checking me because she to herself knows that I always woke up in the middle of the night with the bright light of the moon. I love my mom but I don't know how to say it to her. She's the type of the mother that would risk everything, but how I'm supposed to say how much I love her?

I abruptly positioned myself in getting closed to my bed and slowly closed my eyes. The doorknob is making a noise; and that only means that she's now checking me in. After a couple of seconds i heard her sighed in relief.

“Oh God! thank you, for you let the beautiful angel fell asleep” Then heard her footsteps exiting my personal snuggery.

“You too, mom. You have to take a rest”  I  whispered and finally closing my vision in doing such hallucinations about my mental objects.

Goodnight.

On the following day, I woke up with the noise that my alarm clock made. I slowly opened my eyes and gently getting up from my bed, I looked in the wall wherein my calendar was located and found out that today is Saturday. It is also the day that I'm gonna do my thing—the groceries perhaps.

I fixed myself first and go downstairs, I saw how my mother was busy cooking breakfast for the family.

“Mom, where's the list?”

She looked at me and smiled. “Oh, hi goodmorning sweetie”

“Goodmorning, I would like to ask the list so that I could now go to the grocery store. Aren't we running out of foods?” I asked her and so suddenly she went to the surface of our fridge and grabbed the paper which indicating that it was the list that I was asking for.

“Here” She handed me and smiled. “ Take care sweetie” She added. “Yeah, I will. See you later” I putted the list in my pocket and headed to the grocery store.

“Walking down the street

Hearing the birds every tweet,

The sky is clear that I can feel you here

Tell me, where would you like to go?—”

The words jumbled out as I bumped into someone. I saw how she picked her things up and how fast her moves are.

Geez,I should be sorry.

I was about to help picking up her stuffs when she abruptly stand and was about to just leave me hanging there but what shocked me the most was that I quickly hold her wrist. I don't even know what's got into me.

I mean it isn't appropriate to suddenly grabbed someone's wrist. That someone might think that I am a weird psycho.

“Wait!” The only words that I uttered right in front of her.

She looked at me emotionless, I can't even read her eyes; It is all empty. She then looked at my hands who's been holding her wrist for a couple of a minutes. I quickly removed my metacarpus around her veins that's been covered with bones and a not so thick and thin tissue; her wrist.

“My apologies, I didn't meant to do—”

She cut my words off.

“—I know, you're just pre occupied of your reverie together with a millions of mental objects” After saying those words, she then left me dumbfounded.

How did she knew?

That lady does gave me confusion. She's interesting, I wanna know more about her. There would be also the possibility that she's a poet too,look how wide her words earlier. I like the way how she used her words and speak it out.

I wanna know her.

“Allow me to get to know you

I won't cause you harm tho

Hey, mysterious lady

Would you mind telling me about your poetry?

I know you are into thee

Hey lady, would you let me?”

–Amgine

Hear me,lady

That lady gives me curiosity.