DISTORTED

Feed me

the reflections of your day,

the three sips of your morning coffee.

Feed me

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.

Feed me

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 –