In need of music.

Oh phone, where are you. Music to my soul, fuel to my endurance, I need your data. I need your batteri, and the earphones into you I plugged. Your output is my input. My input, your output, out putting me to my family, and few friends.

Where I thought I knew I put you, you are gone. Vanquishing, only leaving me with doubt. Fragments of a memory, not knowing where you rest now after I held you in my hands.

Coming back to my house, I cannot find you. Maybe you still lay in my bag at school. Doubting again. Will I ever find you?