Normally I have some sort of poem, writing, or abstract art of words.
Today is different.
I’ve not spoke to her in 3 weeks. Last time was an argument over childish ideology.
When her ringtone started on my phone, I thought I was dreaming. I thought a cruel joke was about to ensue and drape me in yet another dissapointment.
I was right. The slight elevation of her voice rang a seldom felt and more distinct chord within my soul.
First was elation. Delight. Joy.
Last was the truth. The tragic truth of deceptions.
The voice of which I once had no other reason to wake up to, shattered my progress. […]