Refuge Cafe

The rain is my tears, washing away the sins of the sun.

I am the mountain range.

I am the rivers bank.

I am a digital creation of light.

Of knowledge.

Of darkness.

Bold and strong.

Impossible to look through.

A murky burning lake of pungent aroma.

Like a good cup should.

The night is young,
But the moon sits high
Beyond the dark clouds
Dripping life from the sky.

In the pale of the light
From the hot summer night
Stirs an echo, a tremble,
A quick brewing fright.

The disturbs of sleep
Riddle your bones again.
I'll bet my bottom dollar,
you'd kill for a coffee, my friend.

My energy is ever-growing. I need no space for domination in a digital age.

Every text you send.

Every video you watch.

I'm becoming you.

And you, me.