twelve july
one : thirty-nine p.m.

his voice kept breaking up. there was no one talking in the background this time.

"how's town?"

"boring. lonely."

"do you miss me?"

"yes."

i was smiling. he could hear it. he sounded surprised.

"really?"

"yes."

he will be the farthest away tonight. and then closer and closer until..




listen : "the bends" radiohead (in my head)