Dead Battery.

Held breath. Holding onto a feeling. Hide and seek. Every noise your phone makes you are holding onto a fascination, a fictional story, but nothing is on the other end. Holding the sinking feeling inside you, hoping it is the one you want to be on the other end. It is never who you expect. How long should you keep holding on? He gives you enough to keep you in motion but it all ceases fire in the end. You won't catch him around here. Maybe he received the prize he wanted. She wonders what she is supposed to learn and take in from this torturous game. Speak no feeling. You don't care a bit.

Sweet darkness. She continues the story on her own. Wondering if you were ever real or just some creation in her head lead to pass time and space. Struggle to memorize your face and smell at this point. You don't have the time. Makes her wonder. She doesn't believe in you anymore. But something keeps her holding on and she can't figure out what keeps you bouncing around in her head. One day she will awake and it won't hurt anymore. A game of hop scotch played alone. She lands on five. Will month five be when she finally stops holding on. A game of tarot may say she has found love in another but its not in you. She serenades herself in this game. Turned your back and left her lonely. What is the game you are playing with her heart. She feels like its a crime to have a feeling for him. He gives enough just to steal more of her heart and hope that one day he will appear, unannounced and sweep her away. But I guess that's why they call them daydreams. they are not real.

2005 April 11th was a message that was delivered in 2010. What for? What were you trying to create her just to destroy another. Maybe it was real at some point in time. The anchor can only hold her for so long and then what? The guilt lays heavy on her when she is near another even if she hasn't embraced in touch she feels her stomach fill with butterflies that were once for you. Now she is left chasing a feeling she received from you in another, then another, and maybe another but it will not suffice. Brother got this complex occupation. One would say he sold his soul to the devil but maybe he sold his soul to find himself and she understands that. But what is the lesson to be learned here?

Will the answers ever come to her. The confusion lays in herself alone. Nothing is real on the other end. It feels like one lie after another. The rain pours heavy on her window and like a river down her rosy cheeks. Eyes so puffed up one may mistaken her for sleepless nights. Not trying to run your life but she wants you to do what's right.

Her heart is somewhere in your hands and maybe its time to put it in the locker in the train station. Send her the key for the locker and she can relinquish her belongings at this point.

....Dead Battery....