JANUARY PHONE CALLS

Her voice remains soft and comforting like I recalled it was. Angelic sounds infused with telephone calls statics, into my ears and melting my brain into a breakdown because I thought I had forgot how she used to sing in whispers during long journeys. My favourite is her Gymnopedie No. 1 hum. Now she's thousand miles away and I am looking up at the empty void of a starless sky, hoping she's doing the same as she talks through the phone I held in my stuttering hand. She's a part of my past. Here to remind me what we endured together as kids. As much as she had preserve her voice in a belljar somewhere inside her, she wasn't the same girl that taught me how to survive. How can I expect her to? It's been almost four years.

I wonder what urged her to call me in the middle of a Friday night.

I catharsis-ed my longings for a friend and unconsciously broke my 8th chakra in the process. She used to broke me too, in order to teach me how to live with people breaking everything you can have and I love her still.