Moody

Why do people have moods? I know it's related to feelings. But how come sometimes, we get moods that we ourselves don't understand. Yung "hindi mapakali", what's that? And what's the scientific/medical basis for moods anyway? We have all these chemicals to make us happy, make us sad, make us energized, make us depressed, etc. But what about the not-so-simple moods? Loneliness, where does that come from? And what about unnamed yearning? Basically, what I wonder is why we sometimes have moods that seem to have no basis in fact. Like, if I feel lonely or yearning for something that I don't quite know what it is... then what's that? What caused that? Why do I feel that way when there seems to be no reason to feel that way? Why is it sometimes, a person lies down to sleep and all of a sudden starts crying for no reason (and no, I don't do that... been a while since I last experienced that... years)? Why?

And why are "moody" people told to change themselves? How can they when sometimes, the body mechanisms take over? Or so it seems.

Am I making sense?

Addendum

Wanted to try out something new... please note that this is my first time for free verse, ala Pablo Neruda (or one of them poets)... weirdly enough, I think I kinda like it. It's something new... kaka-iba... I'll work it the style...

MIGHT’VE BEEN

It might’ve been the time
Maybe it was right

It might’ve been the day
Although I remember it was just ordinary

Might’ve been your smile that did it
With your chipped tooth and chapped lips

Then again, it might be your eyes
For aren’t they the window to one’s soul?

Your personality could also be the cause
But then there are just times when being you could tick me off

But then I think it couldn’t be any of them
For I’ve seen them – your eyes, your smile, and you – all my life

Perhaps it was the weather than precipitated it
But I can’t recall if it the sun was up or clouds covered it

Maybe it was what you were wearing
But I can’t recall that either, nor did I notice it

Whatever it is, whatever it was
It was you I fell in love with at last
Whatever it is, whatever it was
It crept up on me and yet happened so fast
Whatever it is, whatever it was
Being just friends is a thing of the past
Whatever it was, whatever it is, whatever will be
(Being with you completes me/I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me)


Still dunno how to end it though... I'm leaning towards the first part...