I've been wanting to write for a long while now. The last post I published was on 1st of April. It's been more than a month now. No writing, at all. I'm getting desperate, very desperate, to write. I am so blank that when I look, around in search of a topic, I can't feel the vibe, well enough to pursue me to write about it. I am unsure about whether it should be light hearted or heavy. So, here I am, writing, not about something else, but the weirdness in the environment.
I reached Lagos a week ago. It's been amazing. Each day has been memorable till now. It's like truly living each day like it's your last. Not exactly, but, maybe, if you would choose to be a lazy lad on your last day, then yes!
The TV is blaring on my right. Not blaring, but annoying me. I wish like getting up an going somewhe where it could be peaceful, but again, laziness conquers.
Hush! I don't want my mind to think, so I'm fulfilling my desire to write, by simple catching hold of what my senses can register by default. Talking of sense, one is of taste. I had falafel yesterday at Tawak King, Ikeja. I can still taste it. My taste buds seem to just pop up so violently at the thought, thinking that I'm going to let the, have the delicacy everyday! Silly buds.
And leaving them, and myself to being silly, lazy and lathargic, I'll end this post.
A lazy song for the closing:
"Today I don't feel like doing anything,
I just wanna lay in my bed,
Don't feel like picking up my phone,
So leave a message at the tone.
No I ain't gonna comb my hair,
Cause I aint going anywhere!"
