The voice inside me has spoken one too many times. Not that I needed to listen, however I could not pretend I was deaf. Not this time. Looked up where the payphone was hanging… Maybe it was still working… “Can you spare some change”? “Don't I know you from somewhere? Say… aren't you the guy who used to be filthy stinking rich? What in Heaven's name happened to you”? Dialed the number, then hung up. Did it a few times more. Some lady was standing outside the booth. She was nervous, anxious and frustrated. Searched for her cell-phone and moved away mumbling… Dialed the number once more. The voice on the line was polite. “Megan? It's me” I whispered. She didn't even say the basic phrases about my wellbeing or whatever being. She simply asked if I needed any help and should I require such, I'd better attend a helping center or some facility of the sort. I tried to explain. The voice inside me was laughing at me. Laughter got so loud… I could not hear her anymore. The voice inside me was wining… for now…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
