Phenomenon ghosting? If the phone remains silent
My phone is a torture instrument, remotely controlled. Wait for a message from you. Like in one of those nightmares where I fall into the infinity of a deep hole, the impact is appalling because only the fear of it is unbearable. Trap, fall, fall. But there is no ground. No salvation. My mobile phone ? silently. Silence like you. Do not have two experiences together: us a few days ago. And you now. Had nice dates. The first two hours in the cold rain. The second six hours with warm words? and hot kisses in front of your apartment door. The third will never be.
"Thank you for the nice evening?" You said last. ?And see you soon.? A beautiful evening. Bye for now. Two sentences, at least one lie. I wrote you afterwards. Once, twice, three times. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Four times. Nothing.
Have become a spirit. None of those who stand in front of you in a nightgown. Or in the negligee. One of the invisible ones. And inscrutable. Search for days an explanation. At first I was unsure, then disappointed. Now I am angry! Pigs Auer! WHAT. IS. COME ON? Are you dead? Could you write everything, everything! That you have another, I am a miserable kisser, my beard stinks. You have a penis. Could handle everything. Just not with the uncertainty.
Are scary as a ghost. But really scary is that it bothers me so much. Are you crazy!? Only two dates and a kiss that tasted like a cigarette. I should not care. Should forget you easily, like margarine while shopping. Bread also tastes dry. Reason taps timidly. Can she already hear, but the door has no latch on my side. Stand in the room with the emotions, where a pit bull eats up my stomach.
My mobile phone ? rings. Suddenly see your picture on the display and my head feels like a church bell. After the third, fourth beat, I get it. Is it really. "Hey!" You say "Hey!" I say. The words hang in the air and vibrate. Stop breathing. And I know, no matter what you're going to say next. The haunting has an end.
