[The upbeat tune of Uptown Funk floated in the air..With clammy hands, a constricted throat and sweat trickling down his back and forehead he picked his phone up]..
"Hey"..
"Who are you?"..
"You made a fool out of me. That's funny. You see
We can't legitimately hurt each other
We can confide and maybe share our joy
But we really cant do anything
We're both people formed in each other's minds
We're both figments of a clandestine knowledge
And how we perceive each other to be is purely how our imagination wants us to
We're both Won and dont know each other's bads and horribles
We're safe havens and neither of us a pochemuchka with our secrets buried 20,000 leagues under the deep blue sea
Fernweh for Utopia
And Soughting after it in each others unknown nothingness
You see. We're beautifully dependent strangers"..
[Slamming the phone onto the pavement he rushed into his car and took off into oblivion and wanted nothingness to engulf him so the words that'd spewed out of his mouth one evening in his drunken stupor wouldn't keep on ringing in his ears in an angel's voice. He drove towards neverland. Not to be heard from or found by anyone contrary to everyone's effort who looked for him ever since]..
