Helplessly InLove

Do you know what it feels like to waking up in a strange place not remembering anything? Even your own name. Your own existence. For me, I was scared but at the same time restless and confused. Everything was strange. Odd. I tried to explore the place I woke up from but I can no longer take a few steps before I'm pulled back to the tree I was leaning on before I woke up. And in front of me is a smooth flowing river. I can only watch the sun setting down and the moon rising up. I can only do is to think why, what, and how. Talking to the stars, the frogs who simply passes by that I sometimes try to catch them but always end in failure, and I ended up laughing at myself. There are birds sometimes but they ignored me. Sometimes I found myself crying, yelling, and running away from something. There's something aching deep inside me. It hurts. But then, maybe it was a miracle. Because someone found me. I was filled with hope and happiness and the strange aching finally subsides. He sat down next to me, silently watching the river and not sparing me a single glance. I was hurt, yes, but I still feel happy. It all shattered when he cried. “Why are you crying, friend?” I asked, making my voice as soft to make him feel a little bit comforted. I didn’t even realized that. It was like an automatic response. There’s something strange inside me. A feeling that I knew too well. Pity, sadness, and loneliness. My question was left unanswered. As if he didn’t hear me or perhaps he simply ignored me. I tried to wipe his tears away and I was shocked to find my hand breezes pass his face. And then there. In the middle of the night, all you could hear is the pained cry of a boy and the silent cry of the ghost, all have the same feeling as if they have the same heart.