The stain on my ceiling appears in the morning and disappears at night,
And expands along with my heavy melancholy.
Was the dream I saw last night real…?
I stare up at the bloated stain and fall back asleep.
If you…
… want to laugh at me, just go ahead. I don’t expect you to get it:
The things you wanted and the things I had hoped to obtain were always different.
I considered ending it all tomorrow,
As I watched the mist float away into a pale sky.
When I reached that morning, on the other side of a long night,
I was bewildered. I was lifted up into space and let loose.
That’s right, I’m now free!
If you want to laugh at me, just go ahead! You probably can’t understand it anyway.
There’s no longer any value in the things you sought.
I’ll laugh, and move on much easier than you.
There’s no way you could win against me now:
No one can.
One morning, the stain on my ceiling was gone.