01 February 2011

The Call

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.


All i can hear is the racing of my blood.

(This is a repost from my friendster blog entried last

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