Skylight

I’m in a room, and when that room begins to fade I find myself laughing myself to death at night, and wondering how all of this is going to change someday. Someday I’ll walk naked into the night, and try to reason why all of this will one day be beautiful. That’s only motivation, but the kind of motivation you need when you have nowhere to go. When I walk outside I notice the strange and the beautiful, and I wonder how all of this will be real. Then when I start the new day, I try to imagine myself growing older, and laughing myself to death when everything has yet to come.