technology is a blessing and a curse. even rudimentary technology like the telephone has its pit falls.
the unseen character on the other side. the disembodied voice.
it's all fine and dandy. words come out of a box! it's nothing short of a miracle. most times we can discern happy from sad. angry from bored.
other times words can be... vague. words with no body language or facial expression can be nothing short of a nightmare.
innocent words can be hurtful hurtful HURTFUL.
then again, can feelings be heard over the phone?
i can heard annoyance. unwillingness. i want nothing more than to hang up. but still i persist in conversation. hoping to diffuse the situation. but in all honesty, i really can't tell if i have resolved the issue/conflict. because i can't see a face. i can't put a face to the voice. can't. cos i might be wrong.
all i have are the uneasy feelings, a gathering pool of liquid.
and of course, hurt.
how can we forget hurt?
Inscribed @ 4:28 am
-raison d'être-
Crimson Bisque
Seconded by her friends
Hooked after a few blogs
Doomed to express herself
every now and then
Crimson: red
Bisque: White unglazed porcelein
Crimson bisque:
A little rough around the edges,
rather fragile and stained red by the
change Jesus death and his blood
has brought about in my life
