We pour over each other, words bouncing off each other.
I felt so close to everyone last night, everyone except for you.
Could it have been the smoke, or the tapestries?
Was it the unfinished industrial lavatory?
Tell me, what made you get lost in yourself, to dig that hole?
You said that we were in a hell hole, well "our hell is the good life."
You are good enough.
I know you say that your intelligence is all that you have, but it doesn't have to be
There is so much more.
I see you in colors that don't exist, I can't describe your face, I can't describe all that you are to me.
I want to document what it is that lies between us.
"oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much"
Excerpt from Frank O'Hara 'Steps'
I felt so close to everyone last night, everyone except for you.
Could it have been the smoke, or the tapestries?
Was it the unfinished industrial lavatory?
Tell me, what made you get lost in yourself, to dig that hole?
You said that we were in a hell hole, well "our hell is the good life."
You are good enough.
I know you say that your intelligence is all that you have, but it doesn't have to be
There is so much more.
I see you in colors that don't exist, I can't describe your face, I can't describe all that you are to me.
I want to document what it is that lies between us.
"oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much"
Excerpt from Frank O'Hara 'Steps'
