I may have been mistaken.

I may be emotional – I may be down.

Doesn’t really matter, does it?

One life. One little Human being.

Waiting.

Struggling.

Realizing what’s going to happen.

It’s funny, isn’t it.

No. No, not really.

No existential swim for me.

I find it hard to keep focus.

Isolation.

I can feel my hearth beating.

Hard.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything stupid.

Talks. Some good. Others not.

And I can’t pick up the phone.

Don’t talk of bombs, cars or murder.

Don’t think about killing, death and partners.

Can’t sing.

Not that it would matter.

Can’t make the call.

Should.

But can’t.