The sound again.
the usual ringing tone flowing through the air, elevating its invisible properties as it reached my ears.
But i remained deaf
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