>Just talking…

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So…there isn’t a particular theme, yet again. I just feel like talking. You don’t even have to read it.

Insomnia has kicked in full throttle again tonight, so all I can do is sit and think about all the stuff that’s happened in the last few days.

I went for this artsy kinda show in VI on Sunday called “Chill & Relax”. It was quite a bit of fun. My man The Perv Nerd did a real funny piece on “Just Saying”, and some dude who’s name I have not the foggiest memory of, did a real beautiful piece called “Hope is a Nigerian”. Now that was a really good poem.

I, for the first time ever, read out one of my pieces in public. I did “My Pen Forsakes Me”. I hoped they liked it sha… anyways, after I did that poem, I kinda started thinking about someone that used to be my friend. We were…so close at some point, & in truth, she was the one who pushed me to write. She always wanted me to write more…and there were times when we’d be awake till God knows what time, just reading stuff to each other. But then, we both got into uni and….drifted away from each other. Anyways, after reading that poem, I realized that I didn’t want her to not be a part of my life anymore. There are some friends that should never be lost and for me, she’s one of those. So I called her. And told her everything that was on my mind. I basically asked if we could be friends again…I wonder how that’s gonna turn out.

Somewhere along the line, I asked her to tell me something totally random that had changed in the last 3 years, & she told me she’d left her boyfriend…that’s a story for another time…when she asked me the same question, I told her “I don’t love Love anymore. I used to complain that Love didn’t love me…but Love showed up. She brought someone, & showed me love. But Love hurt me. Real bad. & now, I don’t love Love anymore.” I didn’t understand how true & heavy what I said was but…now I do…and it’s true. But…I won’t expound on that sorta sadness…won’t help anyone.

Anyways, carried a cake to one of my dad’s peoples today…*sigh* the smell of the chocolate was just…way too tempting! Now I want cake…anyone feel like donating 4k to my life??? *sigh*…must have chocolate cake with fudge icing….must…have…

Aahh….I feel sleep calling now….in your face Insomnia, you cruel, demanding mistress…lol…

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About The Capoeira Panda

Panda makes his home in the world of words and metaphors. In the hopes to be more than just a confused blogger, he currently works as the editor for an ecommerce company that was good enough to hire him, and lives with his flat mates & two imaginary dogs who get along just fine. He enjoys reading good books, writing, relaxing with his friends, & poking fun at his mother over the phone. When he's not doing any of these, he sometimes sits back and wonders why anyone expects to learn anything useful about him by reading this bio. View all posts by The Capoeira Panda

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