Isn't it funny that my voice died right after I needed it? I'm a stammering, throaty, hoarse mess on the phone; I can barely imagine what people think when they hear me scratching through the line. I've made too many phone calls today, and been too embarrassed to leave voicemails waiting in an invisible box. Isn't it funny that when I had my voice this weekend, there was a whirlwind of hope catching me up and dragging me off to Oz... People told me I was "a Disney princess," "going to be on Broadway," and I was crashing up...
But physics states it all: What goes up must come down. What goes into an invisible box must be taken out, but there is nothing but obligation keeping the recipient from walking away.
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