phone calls, i like to hear peoples voices in a conversation, and try to guess what their faces look like and later on when i see thm in person i like to hear their same emotion and test to see if i matched the right face
val
i should call love and tell her that now i’m fine, i’m not scared anymore, so she should stick around.
Ana
I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up. I tried to sing to you, but you didn’t listen. I tried to write to you but you refused my words. I tired to live without you, but you have destroyed my world.
The phone starts ringing as I enter the room. I have my hands full and I cannot get to it in time. No problem I think, I will just let it go to machine. I start to put the groceries away and then the phone rings again. And again.
Micah Charlson
I had a calling, it was to be a writer. I could not write. I am confused. If my calling is to be a writer and I cannot write. Is my calling wrong or is it wrong that I cannot write. If I could write do I have to write? If I could write and my calling is wrong is it wrong to write? What should I write about? If my calling is to write than I certainly should know what to write about. Shouldn’t I?
I am calling her, Debbie. but that isn’t her name. her name is Jane. How can i forget that? How can I be so insensitive? She’s crying now, her tears on the floor, now she’s calling me heartless.
Ashley
Calling is the name of the hunt, it draws us, pulls us forward. We can’t resist, and sometimes we don’t want to. It calls us home, to our family, to the ones we love. It means joy, and socializing, it means to bring us to our full potential. Why resist? It can’t turn out for the worst, can it?
Willow
This must have somthing to do with fate. I don’t know what my calling is. I don’t know what I want to do in life and I’m not 21 anymore. I guess right now I want to become independent, marry my college sweetheart, and save up while he finishes school and finds his calling.
calling can be for a job or
phone calls, i like to hear peoples voices in a conversation, and try to guess what their faces look like and later on when i see thm in person i like to hear their same emotion and test to see if i matched the right face
i should call love and tell her that now i’m fine, i’m not scared anymore, so she should stick around.
I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up. I tried to sing to you, but you didn’t listen. I tried to write to you but you refused my words. I tired to live without you, but you have destroyed my world.
The phone starts ringing as I enter the room. I have my hands full and I cannot get to it in time. No problem I think, I will just let it go to machine. I start to put the groceries away and then the phone rings again. And again.
I had a calling, it was to be a writer. I could not write. I am confused. If my calling is to be a writer and I cannot write. Is my calling wrong or is it wrong that I cannot write. If I could write do I have to write? If I could write and my calling is wrong is it wrong to write? What should I write about? If my calling is to write than I certainly should know what to write about. Shouldn’t I?
I am calling her, Debbie. but that isn’t her name. her name is Jane. How can i forget that? How can I be so insensitive? She’s crying now, her tears on the floor, now she’s calling me heartless.
Calling is the name of the hunt, it draws us, pulls us forward. We can’t resist, and sometimes we don’t want to. It calls us home, to our family, to the ones we love. It means joy, and socializing, it means to bring us to our full potential. Why resist? It can’t turn out for the worst, can it?
This must have somthing to do with fate. I don’t know what my calling is. I don’t know what I want to do in life and I’m not 21 anymore. I guess right now I want to become independent, marry my college sweetheart, and save up while he finishes school and finds his calling.