You were calling me everyday, asking how I was. I was calling myself good and well and doing alright and you were repeating those words back to me. Remember when we used to talk about things that weren’t ourselves, or were ourselves, but not those distant ideas of ourselves that we stick adjectives to now, on the phone, when you call?
Calling me away. Away from here. To a beach. Or the tip top of a lighthouse. Overlooking everything. Away from my life. Take me far away. I need to leave everyone behind. Nothing is right here. The future is calling. Calling me away.
I hate hearing the voices calling out in the evening. Everyone’s mother is standing on the back porch, shouting for them to come home. I loath their togetherness, their happy family structure. I swear no one will ever call out to me like that.
my name is merve I’m from turkey. I studyin english, so do practice english
i called my mom when i heard my sister yell
You were calling me everyday, asking how I was. I was calling myself good and well and doing alright and you were repeating those words back to me. Remember when we used to talk about things that weren’t ourselves, or were ourselves, but not those distant ideas of ourselves that we stick adjectives to now, on the phone, when you call?
sometimes I hear hear people calling me in my head.
Calling me away. Away from here. To a beach. Or the tip top of a lighthouse. Overlooking everything. Away from my life. Take me far away. I need to leave everyone behind. Nothing is right here. The future is calling. Calling me away.
I hate hearing the voices calling out in the evening. Everyone’s mother is standing on the back porch, shouting for them to come home. I loath their togetherness, their happy family structure. I swear no one will ever call out to me like that.
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