It had been a hard day. I went straight to my room and flopped down on the bed. I didn’t even take off my jacket.
Deeper and deeper into the abyss.
I didn’t try to sleep, just stared at the ceiling seeing nothing.
Black, only black.
My cell rang.
Swirling water, a whirlpool, sucking me down.
The cell finally silent, the house phone rang.
Twisting currents felt, not seen, in the void of the deepest depths.
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Thanks for the reblog 🙂
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My pleasure, Trent.
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My feelings all over the last two weeks. Every morning, as long as i had activated the answering machine. 😉 Michael
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