The Call

"The Call"

"Fix You" on repeat, just to know if I can feel the same way like I once did.

Watching "Date Movie" just to know if it can tickle my rotten ribs.

But, it's just another white noise accompanying my sleepless night.

I should sleep, but my mind wandering for essence of my existence.

My heart. It's beating, but why i feel like I always at the wake mourning for it?

From here with my legs hanging around the edge, everything looks so small.

The air here strangely piercing my pale skin demanding to be felt.

Dark clouds ahead like this is the perfect time.

Perfect time to fly except I don't have wings.

I hear your call. I don't know why i won't adhere to it at all.

From this side, it's red, yellow, blue and white racing alternately followed by trails of black smoke.

The familiar smell of rubber rolling against the tiny broken black stone painted with white striped along the way.

As they race for the prize, the air fiercely slapping my hair to my face.

The sound of it like a siren alluring me to step foward.

I hear your call. I don't know. I need a little push from the back.

Maybe... Just maybe by then, it can shock me to the core electrifying the dead.

I'm just a sore loser who wants to feel something ...

*H