Mobile phones are idiotic. It goes with the general repulsion with communication of all forms.

So much bitterness. Blame it on old age.
And yet, called young by another.

Disbelief. Bitter. Non-idealistic.
Lack of words that speak of opposites of rainbows, chocolates and coffee.

Tears are dropped.
Tears that should be sold.
But, the goose that laid golden eggs has been killed.
The eggs are white with some yellow, now.
That should be the end of that.

To consume and to be consumed.
To possess and to be possessed. Owned, perhaps.

'Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box'

Nothing's going to change my world. My changed world.