Daydream
I sometimes worry that a daydream…
Can become something sinister.
Even a simple, quiet laugh…
At some thought in my head is scary to me.
Because here I am, alone in this room,
And I’m laughing to myself, like a crazy person.
The daydream dissolves.
Fizzing, and hissing, and corroding in my brain.
But the damage is done.
A new connection is made between two unrelated events.
And it scares me that-
No one will believe in this connection.
No one will laugh,
They will all be glaring-
And I will stutter and fumble for the rest of my life.
Never being able to think logically again.
And that’s not funny at all.
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