storytelling

Bombarding messages. I don’t want to see them, just leave me alone. I am tired of being connected. Just, just, you know just let the world goes around and let me be in nowhere of it. Phone calls ringing, turned off. Just stop. I can’t. Panting. I didn’t know that I can sound this disgusting. Skin is itchy can’t stop myself scratching it. Nails become filthy. Throat gets sore. Panting. Am I crying? Am I? Do I miss zir? How come? Do I deserve to? Was ze probably miss me at the last moment? White dress, I see, though I didn’t see. White dress like wings. Urgent melodies from my door key pad. My eyes get open. “Who’s it?” The first sentence that I spat out for today. “Why didn’t you answer?”. A frowning, worried pale face with a big, wholesome watermelon.  The door closes and the breeze touches my face.