I'm not ready
Emails from your phone number are lighting up my notification bar.
At least, the area code is the same.
Let me ask you a serious question:
Have you ever wanted to not be found?
Because
I have a fear, a fear of being found.
A habit of hiding when the door bell rings and ...
Just forget that I exist.
My phone is disconnected and I like it that way.
The neighbors wonder if I'm alive sometimes
When I creep to the mailbox like a ninja careful to not be seen.
I am very fond of my bed and if I lay on it and close my eyes
Lose consciousness
Then the time diminishes much quicker worrying that you'll find me here, or say something else
I can't stand you
I can't stand you
I can't face you
Don't look for me...
©manic_rant
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