This is what I want to fill the gaps that separate us. This one call when everybody's home, tucked in beds like children. This one call that is made up not with words but silence. Silence born from all the things that have yet to fit in with combinations of alphabets. This one call where there is no sound other than us breathing and the gradual collapsing of the miles. This one call on this one lonely night and the ghostly presence of your muffling sheets beside me.