在這個深夜，我們試圖找尋重心，電話那頭出現了這麼一句話：「你之前有找不到重心嗎？你有失去過它嗎？」這句話在這通電話開始的三十分鐘後發生，爾後的一個半小時，蟋蟀的叫聲、樹葉搖曳的方向、屋內燈泡的面向，都圍繞在這句話：重心。
我握著Emily Dickinson的詩，躺臥在用兩百元買到的二手床上，對我來說那跟新的一樣。我盯著蒙上一層灰色的白色天花板，用淺顯易懂的英文與上帝對話：
“Dear Father, I’m tired of feeling everything in this world. you must know why I feel bad about it. I’m not happy with my life, I just complained about too many things that I’ve been through. But I really need a word, a message, or a way that you give it to me. I need you to guide me to bright one..... Just gives me some messages to prove that I really exist in this world. Now I just take a book written by Emily Dickinson, please just give me one point. I‘m begging for this moment, Father. I love you, in your name, amen.”
我深信上帝仍然垂聽我的聲音，尤其是在我這麼無助的時刻，也只能相信這個世界之外的事物了。雖然這段英文語意亂七八糟，實質上只是想要希望上帝能夠藉由這本詩集給我一些方向。我閉上眼睛，指尖劃過詩集，翻開它。
“One of the ones that Midas touched...”
當然，我無法完全理解這首詩的意含，Emily Dickinson的來歷我一無所知，只是在焦慮的這個深夜，我莫名地將它拿起，期許這個世界還存有一些希望。
在這個深夜，有些事情悄悄地發生了。
