It's the world.

[Yellie]

I stare at each item in the room, and imagine that the air is solid and the objects shaped holes.
I don’t blink before my sight is dry and everything is shining and glowing beneath my gaze.
I wonder if I am dead.
The phone rings.
Tones like little insects bite my ears; force me to awaken from my thoughts.
Hallo,
I say, my voice deep and strange, leaning out of my mouth like a bended old three.
Hi,
the voice in the phone slaps my face like a hand of icy, cold water,
It’s the world calling Yellie, is she home?
For a second I am not sure what to say, then I smile.
No, she is not…
But she is coming back soon.

[aj]

The end made me giggle! Nice work.
-AJ

[Alexia]

This reminds me of when I retreat to my little dream world that I sometimes visit.......just for peace of mind, or to enjoy my own company and thoughts......this poem made me think of that....and how annoying it is when I get pulled away from it unexpectedly......and your ending to this was absolutely perfect!!!!

I loved this.....thank you so much Yellie.

Sincerely

Alexia

[Yellie]

Thanks guys ;)