my favorite thing about you: our friendship has always felt so naturally, intentionally easy. walking above the infinite talking about cause and effect, looking at this world we've found and thinking film and footage and finding your place, it all feels like i've known you forever.
a brief definition of your shape in my mind:
big hands and a million voices, so tall yet so unmenacing as you scooter down vassar, facial expressions way too funny for audio-only endeavors, narrating your own story every day.
do you remember when: we, after turning off the mics and packing up the tripod, had all those conversations about creation and originality and the divine witnessing itself. considering crazy hypotheticals and getting lost in rabbit holes of banter and stumbling into sincerity. talking to you felt like we were sketching a map of the universe, and i knew that i was so excited to get to try and figure it all out with you.
i can't wait to: make so many more videos with you, do too much but still make time for brekky adventures, get you in front of the camera more, document together, grow together
i hope to give you:
endless offers of hand lotion
someone to document you, for a change
hamilton duets and hug pick-me-ups
what you ask for and nothing more, what you need and nothing less
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrymelting planets drip onto my tongue, dying it bronze and blue. for weeks, my words come out poetry-flavored. so I lick the page and see which way the ink bleeds, into the paper or into my mind.
