Hold the phone.
Do i hear a chain of events?
Can i sense the curve of another existing end?
Breathe into the cause of a breaking point.
Hold the phone.
Do i feel the eyes of a soul?
Can i reply with a smile and a hug hello?
Gasp the air of the unholy finished story.
Hold the phone.
Do i taste a merry sequence?
Can i hold onto a realm of hope?
Exhale the unwanted gas of black crushed disabled dreams.
Hold it.