the reflections of your day,
the three sips of your morning coffee.
all these tiny lies and sugar-coated letters.
Oh please just feed me,
fill me to the full
with coloured marbles of your daily nonsense,
with strings of curly thoughts
and smell that keeps on lingering around us.
raw red spikes
and bruises in the colours of a rainbow.
I want to be enticed by all of this
and led into my own despair.
The dark cave of reality. Distorted.
– Chatty Owl has left the building –