DON’T YOU KNOW, I DIED FOR YOU?

Life, as you know it.
Comfortable, like an old pair of Converses.
It’s easy to get sucked into a living according to the books.
Living out a dream. The one, that’s green in colour and soft to touch.
I despise…
Runny eggs.
Mainstream music.
Coffee without the personal touch.
Bright colours.
While you’re busy indulging in all this, I…
Hum to soft tones that fill my room.
Drink bitter coffee with no milk or sugar.
Watch a movie in a foreign tongue.
Wonder what’s in your backpack.
Peek into the book a stranger is reading on the train.
Over-use the word “the”.
Write letters to strangers.
Dream a dream. The one, that’s red in colour and sharp around the edges.

– Chatty Owl has left the building –