A Thousand Words // My hands feebly clutch my phone, and my fingers trace over the familiar, suggested number pad. The number sequence, etched across my mind, calling out to me. I slowly begin to dial those utterly familiar numbers that have never left my mind since the moment I laid my eyes on them, no matter how hard I tried to kid myself. Half way through, will power moves its way into my mind, pushing out any desire I had left. Half way through, my fingers pause, hovering over the keys. Half way through, I stop.

My passion is spoken through my eloquent words.

Follow and you'll read the visions in my mind.

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My hands feebly clutch my phone, and my fingers trace over the familiar, suggested number pad. The number sequence, etched across my mind, calling out to me. I slowly begin to dial those utterly familiar numbers that have never left my mind since the moment I laid my eyes on them, no matter how hard I tried to kid myself. Half way through, will power moves its way into my mind, pushing out any desire I had left. Half way through, my fingers pause, hovering over the keys. Half way through, I stop.

Posted on December 30th, 2010

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