When smooth hands become rough, black shiny hair to grey, red cheeks to wrinkled chin and crow's feet begin to grow on the corner of the eyes. When photographs are the only proof of young days. When videos are all I have left to remind of places and adventures. When everything becomes blurry. When comprehension becomes weak and body loses coordination. When I begin to count the days through sunshine and recall memories through the stars. Start smiling at the moon and hardly sleep under the same dark blue sky. When Old is already a nickname and Aged my last name. I hope I'd still be able to do one of my favorite things in the world.
I will continue to hope that someday I'd find this kind of connection. Something that is more, than looking. More, than feeling. Something that overshadows any artistic creation. Genuine but realistic enough to hold on to or to have a reason to smile, to live and breathe, to fly in the world of dreams, to let tears fall from joy, to even let fart explode after a crazy laughter. They say, little things and little moments are the hardest to find, but really? aren't they? I don't know, simply because we don't find them, they just happen. We're just too obsessed looking at the larger picture we forget about those little things that actually make big things, big.
O'Hara calls for the appreciation of life's simplicities in this poem, giving love depth and layers of details and worth. When luxury, beauty, art and places lack sentimentality, that four letter word can outshine the most dazzling of spectacles, even when cloaked in the most mundane setting.
Definitely, this is not some sort of epiphany. Not some hopeless romantic notion. I just love drinking coke... zero haha. Besides the love I have for Coke, I just want to give high commendations to Frank O'Hara exemplifying the inexplicability of love through the untraditional structure of his poetry. I'm not really a fan but I love the way how he prods his readers not to become mired in unnecessary shows of love on this poem but rather opt to love and love simply.
Oh how I wish I'm in love. I missed the feeling though. I bet it's nicer to read this when you already have that 'You'. Moreover, knowing that certain person you love having that coke with eh? As for me, I still haven't met that one person I would grow ugly-old with or maybe I already did - that I'm just not so sure - but err seriously, I really do not know. Maybe because I stopped looking or searching. Cynic, I have become and hoping that Cynic, I will forever 'not' be. Yet, I still believe that there's a right person for each and every single one. I'm glad we're adequate to believe that way, at least we all still have that common belief, mine's just way too cynical to actually believe that I believe in the saying haha. Joke. Yes, I beliiiieeeeevve! I hope this one sounded believable nyahaha.
22 more years from now my hands will turn rough, my hair will grow natural grey, my chins wrinkled, my eyes with crow's feet. I would try to look in blur at my photographs and wouldn't even be able to recognize faces in the videos. Old age would make me forget things as often as not. And clearly, Coke will become a major threat to my health when I reach my 50's or so. Henceforth, I will try to reduce my intake now, so that someday, somehow even with an unsteady hand and weak grip on the bottle, I would still be able to enjoy "having a coke-zero" with (whoever) YOU (are) :)))
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