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[13/08, 1:07 am] David Fonjah🤗🤗: I miss those nights when all I did was put words together to make a poem that doesn't really make sense, but spoke everything I wanted to say. Even though I knew some might just flip to the next page without reading the wordings; I had to; I just had to post one more piece every time I felt something.
I miss those nights that I just held closely to my diary; writing every wrong I'd gladly want to right in society.
I miss nights when all I did was cry. I did cry a lot because everyone had a different opinion about me, and I just hadn't enough time to tell/show them I have a heart too.
I miss those nights that were full of sad songs. I mean... I just had to listen to the words; I needed to believe love wasn't real; I needed to believe love gives pain. I need to believe in the words of the songs. So all I did was play one more; more of those songs until I get too drunk and could take any more sips.
I miss nights when I could just turn on my Youtube for motivational videos. Really!? I had to take a cup loaded with everything. I needed it sometimes, 'cause I couldn't move another leg when it gets too frustrating and too hot in there. I need to believe in myself...just as they keep reiterating.
I miss those nights when all I could think about is read a little of every book I see, so I get a little of every knowledge available. And I'd wake up, sit on my bed and start planning life after Uni. And I'd be like, Dave...ensure you strike harder so you'll get a better DIVISION and you wouldn't have to find a job. Jobs and employers would be hunting after you. It's like; I was going to be invincible, but only visible to those who are eager to get experts in their field (and being invincible in the tiny eyes of colleagues who premium sleep over work).
I miss nights when I could just call that one friend and say, "man are you up?" And we'd spend hours charting the way out of every situation. The goal was to get out of the darkness and bring forth the light, so everyone can see their way through the darkness.
I miss heartbreak nights too. Holding tight to that pen, squeezing viciously; just so that it breaks. And I'd feel like, woo!... I just crushed that pen with anger. And I'd start planning how to vengefully repair and repay fully the culprit. I was like, you don't go free when such an act of wickedness is performed. You face the 'law of reciprocation'. I couldn't repay though, I had a heart still pure.
I miss no-work-nights too. I mean, I can spend my whole night doing nothing at all. No music, no reading, no motivational videos, and definitely not a chance to overthink anything. I'd be laying there looking at the ceiling, admiring the art of coloring.
I miss silence too...Just that the wind spoke always. Even when it was 'pure silence', I still heard the wind whispering secrets of old. I could hardly listen to my heartbeats.
And there were times I did miss home. I had a friend who reminded me of how tiny I was when I got enrolled. With a frightening emotion, I longed for home. I wanted to just quit everything and run back home; but then, I realized none would want to embrace a weak soldier, so I kept pushing forward. There were times I felt like: this is crazy! Why don't you just let the E's/F's befall you?...hmmm. That was too risky. I couldn't endure the psychology behind taking an exam twice. So I cried and read everything; everything; just so I don't feel guilty for not reading a little more.
I miss food too. Fast food was my run-to. I could hardly never cook🌝. I was taught how to be a great cook, but I saw that as an 'eat-your-time' thing. Who would want to do the cooking when you have several leaflets to read daily? Nobody. None of us could take a chance at being careless enough. So what I did was get to the nearest fast-food spot available...we had great outside cooks thou, but some friends would prefer home-done instead. But I was a bit greedy you know. And I was lazy too.
I miss ladies too. The fact that I can play YOUR BOYFRIEND was my thing. Who would refuse the title of being called THE MAN😁😁? From one beautiful lady to the other. The moral, the eyes...I felt good thoughgh. But I was always in pain. I could not take a quick kiss ever😅😅. You can't kiss (emotionally) someone who isn't your lady🤭. But the feeling of being looked at as BIG BOYS got me glued to the act. Too much fun in it. There were times I felt used😕 but I endured.
The bad part is that I knew nothing. I'll keep telling you I haven't read, cause I was never sure I had read enough of anything. And there is this special friend who kept asking me how many of my friends I had deceived. 'Cause I was always busy holding my phone and doing nothing, as I kept saying.
He would be like: you know what, I think I need to leave now. You better u don read all night. But true-true, I was not too glued to my books, but I did prioritize education.🙄
Yeh, yeh. I so so so miss everything 😊😊. But trust me, growth is important. You strive by all means to grow. Don't get too comfortable being placed in a mediocre position.
© Dfonjah
I miss those nights that I just held closely to my diary; writing every wrong I'd gladly want to right in society.
I miss nights when all I did was cry. I did cry a lot because everyone had a different opinion about me, and I just hadn't enough time to tell/show them I have a heart too.
I miss those nights that were full of sad songs. I mean... I just had to listen to the words; I needed to believe love wasn't real; I needed to believe love gives pain. I need to believe in the words of the songs. So all I did was play one more; more of those songs until I get too drunk and could take any more sips.
I miss nights when I could just turn on my Youtube for motivational videos. Really!? I had to take a cup loaded with everything. I needed it sometimes, 'cause I couldn't move another leg when it gets too frustrating and too hot in there. I need to believe in myself...just as they keep reiterating.
I miss those nights when all I could think about is read a little of every book I see, so I get a little of every knowledge available. And I'd wake up, sit on my bed and start planning life after Uni. And I'd be like, Dave...ensure you strike harder so you'll get a better DIVISION and you wouldn't have to find a job. Jobs and employers would be hunting after you. It's like; I was going to be invincible, but only visible to those who are eager to get experts in their field (and being invincible in the tiny eyes of colleagues who premium sleep over work).
I miss nights when I could just call that one friend and say, "man are you up?" And we'd spend hours charting the way out of every situation. The goal was to get out of the darkness and bring forth the light, so everyone can see their way through the darkness.
I miss heartbreak nights too. Holding tight to that pen, squeezing viciously; just so that it breaks. And I'd feel like, woo!... I just crushed that pen with anger. And I'd start planning how to vengefully repair and repay fully the culprit. I was like, you don't go free when such an act of wickedness is performed. You face the 'law of reciprocation'. I couldn't repay though, I had a heart still pure.
I miss no-work-nights too. I mean, I can spend my whole night doing nothing at all. No music, no reading, no motivational videos, and definitely not a chance to overthink anything. I'd be laying there looking at the ceiling, admiring the art of coloring.
I miss silence too...Just that the wind spoke always. Even when it was 'pure silence', I still heard the wind whispering secrets of old. I could hardly listen to my heartbeats.
And there were times I did miss home. I had a friend who reminded me of how tiny I was when I got enrolled. With a frightening emotion, I longed for home. I wanted to just quit everything and run back home; but then, I realized none would want to embrace a weak soldier, so I kept pushing forward. There were times I felt like: this is crazy! Why don't you just let the E's/F's befall you?...hmmm. That was too risky. I couldn't endure the psychology behind taking an exam twice. So I cried and read everything; everything; just so I don't feel guilty for not reading a little more.
I miss food too. Fast food was my run-to. I could hardly never cook🌝. I was taught how to be a great cook, but I saw that as an 'eat-your-time' thing. Who would want to do the cooking when you have several leaflets to read daily? Nobody. None of us could take a chance at being careless enough. So what I did was get to the nearest fast-food spot available...we had great outside cooks thou, but some friends would prefer home-done instead. But I was a bit greedy you know. And I was lazy too.
I miss ladies too. The fact that I can play YOUR BOYFRIEND was my thing. Who would refuse the title of being called THE MAN😁😁? From one beautiful lady to the other. The moral, the eyes...I felt good thoughgh. But I was always in pain. I could not take a quick kiss ever😅😅. You can't kiss (emotionally) someone who isn't your lady🤭. But the feeling of being looked at as BIG BOYS got me glued to the act. Too much fun in it. There were times I felt used😕 but I endured.
The bad part is that I knew nothing. I'll keep telling you I haven't read, cause I was never sure I had read enough of anything. And there is this special friend who kept asking me how many of my friends I had deceived. 'Cause I was always busy holding my phone and doing nothing, as I kept saying.
He would be like: you know what, I think I need to leave now. You better u don read all night. But true-true, I was not too glued to my books, but I did prioritize education.🙄
Yeh, yeh. I so so so miss everything 😊😊. But trust me, growth is important. You strive by all means to grow. Don't get too comfortable being placed in a mediocre position.
© Dfonjah
