Real mattered month, August.

Amou B Pon
Aug 31, 2018 · 2 min read

the last night of August Matter challenge, tonight, with a quite moody sky in the city Ulaanbaatar and terribly shattered self of mine, is to be concluded in the parchment of the universe in the hands of the Almighty. the Almighty is yawning by my medium story, maybe.

Part III: Dynamics

Within one move, I breathe in and out;

Within one realization, mind lightens and angle widens;

Within one word, whole nerves awakens from its deadly curriculum;

Within one moment, the heart changes and we sink;

Within one precise moment, the future diverse from its own path;

Within one precious precise moment, meaning lost and life begins.

and within just one sentence, my life had turned upside down and within just one conversation the reality confessed to me. Now, I am no longer:

Innocent.

Ignorant.

Idealistic.

Now I am waiting for my one moment of Wit.


Part II: Average

I am an average above all. My appearance is plain. I am not pretty nor handsome, surely unattractive; at the same time not unbalanced, gloomy and ugly. I am short which is common Asian female identity that proves the following definition.

My family possession is AVERAGE. We make both ends meet. I do not have a pocket money, nearly. All the fashions of things come to me through financially free way, such as gifts of the occasional celebrations. Materially, I am AN average.

All the values which the others measure from me is uninteresting; tough the inside of me is mysteriously quiet room with many odd doors.


Part I: Time, Space and ME

My time has a funny rhythm. I do not have Nov.2014-May.2017 IN MY TIME HISTORY. I do not acknowledge this period as my own life. Individuality was dead in the heart and mind; even in the circles of society. Thus, the time must be elastic; might be, it is not the main measure from the very starting point, who knows? It is certain who knows is not among humankind. Nevertheless days become life if only if everything struggles with each other.

Space. An empty room with things. Whoever comes here declares own existence, masters own insides and governs the atmosphere. A space to:

Breath.

Think.

Feel.

A space is You. Did you know?


: August had started with a stress. It is ending without stress.

P.S. Writing style is so poetic, I admit it.

Amou B Pon

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I am a measure of all things according to Protagoras.

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