Friday, 2 April 2010

Twiddling

Fingers twiddling on keypad
That urge to call and ask if you are ok
07 cancel
0 delete
Rather txt
"Did you get home safe?"
No
Delete Delete Delete
Gut says, "Do it"
Mind, as always adds a notion of reality. Highlighting what seems to be abstract and seemingly super seeding all.

She wants me to call.

I want to call..

0

7


Delete.

what's wrong?


F*ck.
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