i enjoy conversations. not that i know people think im good at it, but just the fact that great things are churned out pf conversations--even the simplest ones.for the past few days ive been having episodes where i fluctuate like a windows task manager processes tab (whatever that is) in between hand gestures, laugh and cry, look up and down and into the eyes of the person im talking to, fidget like crazy between puffs of cigarette.
come to think of it--aren't conversationalists lucky? you know, they can air out some of the baggage they carry well--and anticipate the best responses there could be from a certain person.
i miss some of my friends, not because they're pretty, and that hangin out with them is the next best thing to cappucinos during sunsets, but because we engage in conversations far better than Christian Loboutin shoes (ill take that back--far better than any thing in this world.)
and that they listen--when nobody seemed to care.
(photos by Buboy Borbe)
