[001]
Hello? Are you there?
Can you hear me out?
The bed was made by wood, and i feel it cracked under my body, in the urge of breaking, can you help me to fix it?

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[002]
Hello? Are you there?
Please hear me out.
The scarecrow was almost tumbling down, and i saw it flapping aimlessly, in a dire need of hold, can you help me to fix it?

/This person is currently out of reach, try again some time/

[003]
Hello? Please tell me you’re there.
I want you to hear me out.
The broken glass was scattered on the floor, and i can’t move without puncture myself, can you help me to walk?

/This person is currently out of reach, try again some time/

[004]
Hello? You’re there, aren’t you?
I need you to hear me out.
The maze is too dark, i can’t find a way out, i hear a faint scream, and the cold is eating me out, ripping my skin till they get ahold of my bone. Please don’t let me die.

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[005]
Hello? I know you’re there
So, you did receive those messages, didn’t you?
I couldn’t fix the bed, it was broken.
I couldn’t fix the scarecrow, it was broken as well.
I punctured myself, it was pretty bad.
I was dying, the cold eventually got ahold of my bone.
But yeah, that would be all. Be happy, will you?

/Hello? Hey, i’m sorry/

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/I’m so sorry/

You painted the road with your eyes.
Through the endless colors and shadows, i see you everywhere.
In the brightest color, under the blinding sunlight and the wicked heat, you splash the road with your frowned lips—‘why is it so hot today’—and furrowed brows, in which i’d replied—‘that’s how it is’—almost too fondly, too revealing.
In the darkest color, under the flickering city lights and the frigid night, you stroke the road with your vulnerable gaze—‘i’m scared, of everything’—to which your fingers fidget unconsciously, i’d replied—‘it’s okay, you’re okay, you will be’—definitely too fondly, obliviously revealing.
In one of the very rare dull days, you’d painted the road with no colors at all that got me wondering if you knew i see the way you color the road and one day you stopped to paint and whispered instead—do not fall in love—i heard.
Now i see you and hear you everywhere, splashing black and grey on the road and whispered—do not fall in love with me, not me—over and over again.

I see you in between the fragments of city lights. Neatly concealed in every nook and cranny, merging in various spectrums.
Eliciting a glimpse of epiphany, a struck of a nearly forgotten memory, playing in a solid second before completely vanished, perished among the fast cars and glimmering skyscrapers. The brief longing of our rendezvous furiously contradicting with our diminishing presence in each other’s lives, which frankly, is inevitable.
The notion of me having you in some part of my life was as tempting as having you in every part, yet every laugh reminds me to take what i get.

Again, i see your shadow slipping in the dimmed lights. Hesitantly announcing its appearance, of what i once treasured so dearly, disappear in a blink of an eye, clearly in the urge of fleeing away, in a dire need of vanishing, yet adamantly reminding me of the gentle ***** of your nose beneath the soft glow of street lamps, emerging a twinkle on your orbs.

Nonetheless, i watch your silhouette skirting around the buildings, gradually decreasing as i walk further and further, every step reminds me to bid my farewell in a valedictory laugh which I’ve never been prepared.