I can text, I know how, yet my fingers won’t let me reach out. I know phones are cool to most, but they ruined my voice. Turn off ALL notifications and leave your phone under your pillow, that’s the world I live in. BUT, I REMEMBER! We used to talk for hours, chats in the late night hours. You are so missed, my friend.  To hear your voice again is my wish as I go to bed, wondering if you understand me and what’s going on, and whether ever again you’ll care to call my phone.

You are the only one that I know who might help me now, even though I feel as if I burned all my bridges down. I hope you can forgive my going black, trying to color myself at least back to gray.