You make my day with the clicking of time. Tick. Tick. Tick. A bomb is about to explode or not. You aren't here. Where are you? A billion possibilities run through my mind to worst or to the least worst. Are you ok? You scare me to death!
No words. No voice. No digital communication. I'm waiting for you. To hear you! Tick. Tick. Tick. I imagine who you are, what you are, and everything else that my mind requires of you to fill in the blank.
My mind twirls around. I feel sick. I need to run or hide! Run!
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