the telephone box and second sight

 the telephone box flashed up insults as plain as day

from the lcd panel that normally displayed 

the change required to make a call

everything i had ever done had hit the wall

and shattered like an egg 

the universe seem to shatter aswell

like my world

the world reflected my thoughts

and i was caught between denial and an awkard inner smile

that i may have second sight

but i didnt have the fight to last the distance