The sound again.
the usual ringing tone flowing through the air, elevating its invisible properties as it reached my ears.
But i remained deaf
and blind.
Refusing to hear the inviting sound and to see the human flesh on the other line.
And the sound again. Never retreating. Just keeping the track;playing the unlyrical tune; and heaving every musical tone again and again.
My hands can’t remained empty, running with gaiety excitement and enthusiasm as it grabbed the noisy phone.
But the sound stop.
Unringing.
All i can hear is the racing of my blood.
(This is a repost from my friendster blog entried last
01.08.2004
10.36pm)
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