Me.
Ring, Ring, Ring.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The poetry is all in the anticipation, for there is none in reality.
Mark Twain
My mind is playing tricks on me - I keep hearing my phone ring, only to turn to it and find that I've no calls or messages. I know then that I am expecting something, someone - but what, who? And the bigger question is: why?
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:08 AM
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