Daydreaming late at night, looking outside the window and examining the petite world around me. Light from a reading lamp is casting shadows after crushing into obstacles at the speed of light, didn’t see that coming, huh? Obstacles like shelves, door, guitar.. Obstacles like me.. May I say, I’d make a good shadow someday.. Oh, how I would glide around the cityscape, tormenting the people around me. Step in their footprints and scare their shadow off of them. I long to fall for a beautiful shadow girl.. do the things that big shadows do, y’know. Watch her undress late at evening when the sun is just about to fall in dreams behind the horizon, as she grows taller and taller.. fall for her over and over again, deeper each time. Cry when the sun is at zenith and she disappears into a small circle underneath a woman enjoying her Piña Colada.. and then for the first time to raise my eyes higher than the ground beneath her feet.. only to realize, she is the girl of my dreams. We are not only shadows, we are real.
Uhm.. yeah.
Anyway.. just some time ago I noticed a small night butterfly flapping against the window, trying to get closer to the light.. I thought about it and opened the window to let it in. Why?
Now I know that the light and warmth will kill it, but their life lasts for approximately 24 hours anyway. I figured that every moth I had seen only did one thing – ventured closer and closer to the light. It is their dream, their lifelong goal, to experience the magic of light that we, humans, have already grown so used to. We fail to see the beauty in the small things that surround us every day, at some point we just stop caring. Sadly.
So I let it in and I don’t feel guilty about it, If I knew that my life was about to end, I’d go for my deepest dreams without hesitation. Put all my faith in living for once and for all.
After all, faith isn’t faith until’ it’s all you’re holding onto.
Diary of a madman. 