home back to you
home, twila paris.
cedric's party was a while back.
home club served up it's platter of good drinks and music.
cedric was busy entertaining, so it left me and my loves all to ourselves.
armed with good ol' beer, kenn, kev, me and char sat by the river and just talked.
talked
i haven't talked in a long time.
like go au naturale with people.
strip to essentials.
topics range from school to sex, from the future to scarfs. we chatted for hours whilst the music played in the background and the people shift through the night.
finally, when we figured we had chatted enough, we arranged to meet up, just to talk.
i really like 'just to talk'.
because it in these few instances, i realise who my true friends are.
in these intense moments, i get the feeling that somehow, in the complexity of things, simplicity can make me feel fulfilled.
and in the midst of everything going on, i have someone to ground me.
thanks for that night guys, i've been meaning to say that.
