The phone doesn’t ring. It just sits there, mocking me. I ache inside, deep down, my soul aches with a longing. Just one phone call – what would it mean to you? Nothing, nothing at all. Yet it would mean everything to me. It would enable me to breathe again. It would take the weight off my chest. It would give me freedom, freedom to live once more.
Because right now, I’m not living at all.
Right now I’m dead. I’m dead inside, just waiting for my resurrection. Wanting it, yet despising it.
Please set me free.