A phOne call

He called. And something stirred. Some memories, some songs.

And then you wonder, why is this still happening, why are there strings tugging at your heart, when so long ago some people had given up on you.

How am i supposed to tell you. When it seems you dont wana listen. What do i say? How do i tell you somethings are the same, and some are different. How do i tell you when i dont know myself anymore. How do i tell you everything when it has become a blank in my mind.

You know what? I didnt say anything.