Guess it's just appropriate 4 me 2 write now..
just it's abt 2 strike 12 soon.
**Hopefully i'll be able 2 finish it on the dot **
I thought that i had lost my voice
but then there it was on the other side of a line, in a dream.
U called,n i sleeply answered the phone
Rambling on abt how the sun had yet 2 come out.
I didnt know y u would ring so early.
U spoke slowly n so clearly with such a crisp tone
that u had only wanted 2 hear my voice first above anything else.
I'm positive that u could hear my smile through wires more than 2000 miles away
Singing me 2 sleep, anything at all.
n in that moment distance meant nothing.
N now ur voice is only a tiny murmur..
n the click of a telephone hanging up ringing in my ears. ..
Sometimes I get so, sooo very tired imagining all the things
I don't want it 2 be -
like bad poetry,
grammatically insensical mispellings
or pain without humour.
Maybe tumor without humor
Like a pointless ramble I just can't remember how 2 stop...
...until I do...