I let the phone ring.
i'm busy.
well, not really, but I
don't want to talk at the moment.
i'm not in a talking mood.
i'm in more of a thinking mood.
pondering.
wondering. examining.
rehashing.
staring at the far blue wall
recalling a moment in time.
it passes and I listen to the
voice message.
but I still don't return
the call. it's someone I don't
want to talk to.
there is a time and place for
everything.
like all painful things,
I put it off,
i'll get to it
when i'm ready and not a second
too soon,
or too late.
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