Why you shouldn't watch weird movies when you're mind numbingly tired.

Because then you write weird poetry. And share it with others.

Ca caw!
Ca caw!
Oh Night owl. What secrets doth thou hide neath thine mind?
Noblest of creature, why do you question us? Question who we are with your simple call.
Why?
What doth thou seek?
What mysteries do you want solved?
Oh dearest night owl. Why doth thou seek the night?
Is it your nature?
Who thou is?
Oh dearest night owl.
Fly away.
Fly away on moonbeams and stardust.
Fly away.

No freaking idea what this is about.

Oh dearest night owl...
Thy path is a lonely one.
Fraught with turmoil and despair.
But there is hope!
Even at the end of this dark and wretched path there is a light.
Hold it.
Nurture it.
Watch it grow into something wonderful.
Something warm and kind.
It is your future.
Your future is surrounded by darkness. But it is bright.
Oh forsaken night owl.
You are not alone.
There are others like you.
Others that share in your solitude.
Break it.
Break the solitude.
Shed the shackles that bind your wings.
Take flight.
Take flight and bask in the moons rays.
Wash yourself in the cleansing light.
It is the bond that connects you to others.
The most sacred of bonds.
The one that binds us to both ur daytime and nightime bretheren.
the one that binds us to common and uncommon men,
And women.
It is both the strongest, and weakest of bonds.
The brightest and the darkest.
The one that can drive us to great heights,
and the deepest depths
Some say it is not special.
That it is common.
Me?
To me
It is magic.

I think that one was about the trials faced by...some sort of people? I have no idea. And something about friendship?
...
I think I'm going to sleep now.