Connection to my
Mind, my rationality:

Gone.

                                       amigoingcrazyithinkiamscareddont

Touch me.

Help me, heal me.
Distractions are

                                     Keys are jingling, ringing. What is that

Sound is nonexistent, just white noise.
             The line was cut.

There's static in the way my breath falls when you look away.
Your fingers leave mine like an unclear whisper,
but the question remains.
What did you say?
Am I alone? Or will you stay?
Hearing noise and distant chatter-
foreign and unimportant.
All I long for is your story telling.
An uninterrupted electricity.
The sound of your voice,
Pulls on the hairs of my skin.
Don't stop talking to me
But please use some dryer sheets.

I'm living in a
Static state-of-mind.
You're the antagonist
In this story
That has become
My strife.