i envy the mothers

i envy the mothers
i envy their cups that nurtured these lives
i envy their arms that carried these weight
of miracle, unleashed by the heavens

i envy the mothers
i envy the lips that soothes those ears
i envy the cheeks that brushed those fingers
of lightness, cradled by the cosmos

i envy the mothers

i envy her life
i envy her dream
i envy the child that thrives with her kiss

Friday the 13th

It's friday the 13th, and I feel lucky! All of a sudden all the papers in my desk started to disappear. After a week of sleeplessness, I finally spent more than five hours in bed. After being moneyless for the past three days, I finally got my pay. Yipee!!! Hope my Friday the 13th luck would not run out tonight, after all, I still have seven hours of work. What to do? Surf? I can't believe I can have the time to surf!!! This so SAYA!


P.S.

This is my third week in BATCH GROUP. This is the first time I was able to go online and not be worrying of all my pending work.

Dreaming Insomiac

I've always thought of myself as an insomiac. A creature of the night. The being who is filled with life when everyone else is in deep slumber.

I've been like this for ten long years. I have learned to live with the stigma and the thrill of being one the few who are empowered by the night.

But when the night becomes day, and the popular insomiac is still up, that's a different story. That is pure insanity. And that's what's happening to me right now. I simply couldn't sleep. I have counted two nights and one and a half day, and i'm still up. My head is spinning, my temples are throbbing and my stomach is turning. The creature became a miserable and writhing entity whose sanity is slipping ever tick of the damn clock.

I now proclaim, that insomiacs do dream in their awakened stupor. I felt that dream.

I dream of sleep.