Where will I find the inspiration to fall in love again. Listening to crush songs by Karen O. She sings of lovers left in New York City, how she wants her baby so much closer. I want a rock n roll love. I want pink petals falling to the floor drenched in whiskey after a long night.
I watch your convictions, voice like cake. Your goal was to make art without getting too self-conscious about making it. Of course, I wanted the same thing. Easier said. You missed some crazy conversations. You asked me what my art meant to me. And I told you that my life is just a mix of everything I find wonderful.
Romance was born. You said, "To create art means to be crazy alone forever." I knew you were quoting Bukowski. You bought me roses, I told you there are over 60 different kinds. How do you choose one, does each have a different sentiment?
In the song, "Skip Tracer," the Sonic Youth said, "LA is more confusing then anywhere I've ever been." Well, your arms are the most intense place I've ever been. The feeling of having you and the fear of losing you all wrapped into one. I have never felt so complete but fearful of the end all at once. It crashes like a wave but never mellows.
Perhaps I imposed on you a dream, a fantasy. After all, my whole existence is merely that.
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