The fone rings,
And there is this peculiar sound for that one call,
Which I was forced to set,
Cos the heart thumps, and sweat glands activate,
Sending the chill down my spine,
I gulp in air but it just wont go down my throat,
It stays in the mouth and then I am forced to send it out,
The first word, as sweet as ever, but as scary as it could get,
I think no end of myself, brave, bold, smart,
I picture myself handling it,
Hanging up, cutting down, uttering something,
But I give back the sweet word another word, this one sweeter. .
And then the dialogues are ones from that of a movie..
A put on, just like how it has been always,
So there is no escape whatsoever, and. .
I am enjoying this ride much more than all the rides I had,
From the time I saw this world!