Blink . . .Blink . . . Blink

Lately I feel like the blinking red light on a phone that's been put on hold.

The light goes on, the light goes off.

My faith is huge, my faith is non exsistant.

I'm ready to go, I'm stuck in this life.

I'm excited, I'm annoyed.

I'm eager, I'm afraid.

I'm happy, I'm sad.

I have it together, I'm falling apart.

I feel strong, I feel weak.

I laugh, I cry.

I trust, I question.

I know the truth, I feel deceived.

I know what I want, I haven't got a clue.

I feel everything, I feel numb.

I'm here, I'm nowhere.

I know what to say, I can't be bothered.

I'm honest, I'm a liar.

I hear music, I hear silence.

I listen, I ignore.

I hum along, I throw the phone against the wall.

When will that voice pick up and speak?