Fool for love

[knowsit]

Comments

[damnyou]

Did you miss the bus?

[knowsit]

Yes.

But that's considerably unrelated. Well, not entirely. I did stop to do this and that's probably why I missed it.

[damnyou]

See, I thought you were feeling melancholy as you watched the bus move further and further away.

[knowsit]

Ah. Yes. You're very witty, Daniel.

[damnyou]

I thought so! Thanks for confirming.

Seriously, what's up?

[knowsit]

Nothing.

Thank you for your concern.

[damnyou]

It's a cool poem. Did you write it or find it somewhere?

[knowsit]

Find it. You can tell because it's better.

I have a few but I don't think any of them flow as nicely as this.

[damnyou]

I like it a lot. Kinda right to the point, huh?

Bit depressing though.

[knowsit]

Writing things of beauty lately seem to be a lie and I don't like to lie.

There's no beauty in heart ache.

[damnyou]

How do you figure? I thought that's basically what all great poems were about.

[knowsit]

Not always. Some are about the beauty of love or why love is important. Either love romantically or patriotically or platonically.

But heartache is not exactly new to poetry either.

[damnyou]

I always hear the best inspiration comes from pain, but what do I know? I'm no artist, I just scribble.

[knowsit]

I'm no artist either, I'm not that creative. But I have a muse, I have ideas, I just have no way to express them.

[damnyou]

Kind of like that poem, right? You just describe what you feel and what made you feel it?

I have no idea, I should stop talking when I'm clueless. I tried to fake it with Nicolas and he told me I know about as much about music as a deaf mute who's been dead thirty years.

...points to him for creative insults though.

[knowsit]

He is very creative, isn't he? I would kill to have the kind of drive and passion he had. And, of course, the skills. I don't.

He creates things of beauty and misery, they really touch you. It's painful and magical and I'm in awe of it.

[damnyou]

I guess! I mean, I've only heard some of his music so far, but that stuff was definitely something. Like, I can't even say if overall I liked it or not? But there wasn't a moment I didn't really want to feel something.

Hey, do you want to interview him?

[knowsit]

I suppose it's a unique audience he plays for but I find it all very fascinating if I'm personally honest.

Me? Interview Nicolas? But -- over what?

[damnyou]

His creative process? I don't know, you're right, he is fascinating. Besides, get him to take off his shirt and I bet we can get lots of people interested.

[knowsit]

If it's a paper interview how will they know he's shirtless?

[damnyou]

Take your camera?

Either that or just write about how he looks shirtless.

[knowsit]

I feel this breeches the school code we agreed to for the paper.

Mostly no nudity and nothing racy.

[damnyou]

Right. I don't know, just write about him fingering his violin.

[knowsit]

That's not much of an article.

And don't think I don't notice how you're wording it.

[damnyou]

Whatever! Just ask him when he started the violin, why he picked that and not another instruments, what shampoo he uses, who he's taking to the homecoming ball...

[knowsit]

STOP IT!

This is a public blog, Daniel.

[damnyou]

Hey, the public wants to know!

[knowsit]

I am not your friend. And I quit.

You are a terrible person.

[damnyou]

Oh, come on! I'll screen the comments, alright?

[knowsit]

Fine.

But I'm not asking him that and I don't care who he takes. I just appreciate his music.

[damnyou]

Okay, okay, I gotcha.

Hey, just for this piece I'm writing, what colour are his eyes again?

[knowsit]

A soft hazel brown that in certain lights takes an amber hue.

[damnyou]

Thank you, that has been very conclusive.

[knowsit]

What?

I take note of these things. I'm a poet, it's what I do.

[damnyou]

Yeah?

My eyes?