I would throw my phone. I would throw it a million times. If only it wasn’t so expensive.
I would be scared to throw it away. I lose it so much, maybe it’s the same.
I need my phone in my pocket. The constant in my pocket reminds me about the world. I’m here and grounded. It is my lifeline. A paddle for me to row my boat in the endless ocean of life.
Oh, and that money thing in pretty important too.