... And so it all starts over again. A different day, but so much like the one before it that sometimes you wonder if its just a rerun.
The godd*mn phone just rang and distracted me again. Again, again.
No, it was different last time. Last time the call made me happy, and I didn't mind the ringing of the phone. But this time, godd*ammit, I didn't want to be on that phone. I wanted to keep writing. Again I wait for that phone to ring, and I want to be anxious to talk. Why does that phonecall never come? Who would it be, and what would they have to say?
I would talk for hours. No, no, wait. Maybe it is a very short call, but what was said was so great it left me with that warmth I so rarely feel.
Or would it be a delerious state of sensory overload? Did I just win 12 million dollars tax-free? Paid in full, delivered to my door? That's just perfect a neighborhood full of instant best friends, kissing my ass day and night.
No. This call would be a girl. And I could tell by the sound of her voice that she is the one I've been waiting for. Finally, she found me. I have been waiting. Waiting until I thought I had died on numerous occasions, and now hearing your voice I think death has taken me again. I'm floatin, but this float will not forever last. The last time I floated like this I floated for so long that I forgot what it felt like to be grounded.
Now I'm there and I'm waiting for that phone to ring. Ring. The next ring will hold my fate. I guess I'll wait...
By:Jack
