Sound on the phone

     
    Uncertain waters, embezzled prospects besiege my heart attack! It has never happened that even once the Spirit is troubled by a troubled, guarding petal, a soul-destroying or in love gondola-ladik!
     
    Once upon a time, invisible resonant yarns were tied together with my imaginary soulmate; and now a murderous, otherworldly Silence is barely audible.
     
    Deafened with foolish intent In time, who might have a sweet-soaring voice for the first time that can reach me?!
     
    Because I would listen with absolute happiness if my dear Angel could voluntarily still trust me and reveal the donuts of the hell-lesson of my wasted childhood before him! I want to instill the sincere truth of true pearls on the forgiving petals of your heart so that our borrowed friendship can grow in confidence! - You know: I can hardly wait until the end of time, because with a thousand nails, the Jackal is already gnawing in there, waging a devastating war against my cells!
     
    Tell me, just tell me, please! Now I can still pay attention to you because fear is always used to vigilant patience! Why, then, did we dread in front of the Theater, in a stomach-stricken self-exclusion, whether our hesitant love will dare to take the initiative and introduce itself?!
     
    How cowardly was I? Perhaps! But it would have been a good idea to ask you back with selfless help: “Dear Lord! How can I help?" - I hung up my phone ring early; the uplifting cipher speech is exhaustingly exhausted! "And I still can't grope my age in the dark. Have you read even one of my many letters to you?"