by acidVox
She:
Hello..
Hello ? …..
…………
hello ?
He:
Hello
She:
Yes , hello ?.....
He:
Get the form for the exam …
She hears :
“ get the …”
<< DISCONNECTED >>
17 seconds
Sometimes changing your sim helps. You get to hear something you wanted to hear for a long time. Her voice.
But there isn’t a long past here. No strong emotions. Nothing. The last year of my life , incidentally , the first of my college life, has been a year of half risings. Of upstarts. Of beginnings. But they don’t bloom. They get snubbed before they even show promise.
by acidVox
sometimes when we feel that it is our own pride that we are a victim of , that our decisions and perceived notions are determined by this single entity governing our minds and our decisions.
prejudice and logic , a feeling of destituteness, and a sense of belonging. happiness and sorrow. luck and inevitability, lack of interest and pre-supposed attention
everything boils down to something variant with time and space.
we are the sultans of swing........
drifting like a burnt log. existing with the knowledge that we are no longer capable of doing anything. yet still having a desire to fight on..
not be lost... in the maddening crowd.
realisation .. is something i have always yearned for. i remember someone saying that i have my priorities in the right place. that was a long time ago.
we are the nobodies.......
