I slept for two hours this eveinging, trying to get rid of a headache that had been raking my brain over all day. Bassil called while I was sleeping and it woke me up and when I saw that it was him I felt bad because he moved away a long time ago and we hadn't been able to get in touch since he left which was about six years ago. So we hadn't kept in touch until this summer, when he got in touch with me. He's in Texas now and not Syria, but I don't know what to say to him when we talk because I feel as if he is so lonely and his desparity to find friends from long ago using long distance sinks into his conversation and runs its way through the wires to me and when I hang up I feel covered in slimy sadness.. Thick and I can't walk. And I talk to him and I feel displaced as if my life was just as turned around at fifteen as his was.
I woke up and the headache wasn't as bad and I was glad to have lost three hours of my life to sleep. Hours I wasn't getting back, but I'm ready to surrender them these days.