I moved my bed next to the window. How can I be miserable when the first thing when I open my eyes is see heaven?
I put my favourite books on the windowsill. How can I be miserable if the first thing I breathe in is understanding from people I’ve never met?
I put some photographs of my favourite place on the wall. How can I be miserable if the first thing I feel is everlasting content?
I put my friend on the floor next to me. How can I be miserable if the first thing I hear is the sound of laughter?
I let my lover next to me. How can I be miserable if I’ve spent the night awake in my dreams?
Purple night. Dirty in it’s hush and vulgar in it’s sounds. A cold to reach each fingertip. I caught what I had to so I would never have to say this again.
I moved my bed next to the window. How can I be happy when the last thing before I close my eyes is see a starless and unforgiving sky?
I put my ashtray on the windowsill. How can I be happy if the last thing I breathe in will be my death?
I put a clock and a calendar on the wall. How can I be happy if the last thing I feel is the time running out?
I put my enemy on the floor next to me. How can I be happy if the last thing I hear is the sound of mockery?
I let my lover next to me. How can I be happy if I've spent the night a thousand miles away from him?
