Holding
Holding.
Holding.
The music blends my reality, everything becomes a fog, where is reality?
The phone clicks, my heart jumps, just another recorded message.
Holding.
Holding
Holding.
The room is slowly dulling, the colours are being stripped. I wait. I hope. When will I be answered.
Holding.
Holding.
Holding.
The phone clicks.
It goes dead
quiet disconnection 