Purple things*

The box is full
And it is starting to spill them out
Slowly
They are taking over the place
The floor is all wet now
If you set foot on it you will slide

But all of it doesn’t matter
Because to you, they are invisible
To your oblivious self, they don’t exist

You can easily fly above the floor
You can easily soar
Disappear
Right into your cave
Your comfort zone of oblivion

I am not offering them to you
I am just asking of you
To acknowledge their existence