My angel close your eyes I'll be your lover tonight

[Elia Selvaggio]

You can't TRY to be a muse. You just are. When I saw you, I knew you were the one. I'm just... There's something missing. And I can't walk away from that. I have to know.

[Patrick O'Connell]

I don't know what's missing.
My soul? I'm not a ginger though. Hahaha

I wish I could tell you though... I really wish I could.

[Elia Selvaggio]

No, it's there. I know it is. I saw it, amore, when I met you.
I shouldn't say it's missing.
I'm missing it somehow, I'm
not able to spark it.

[Patrick O'Connell]

When we met? You mean at the party?
You said you saw... love in me? But you were the only one I noticed, that's the honest to goodness truth, pet.
Only you stood out in that entire room.

If you hadn't been there, I would've left after Danny abandoned me.

[Elia Selvaggio]

Only you stood out to me. I didn't know why I was there until I saw you.
Love... it seems so overused, such a throwaway word. But what else could it be?
I tried so hard to capture it before we even spoke but of course... these hands aren't always fast enough, the tools weren't there, I was without the proper setting
but I probably could have done it anyway.
Everything else falls away when it's you.

And Danny was a fool, that's all I can say about that.

[Patrick O'Connell]

...is that what you were doing on that napkin? Goodness, I thought you were writing down your phone number. Which you never gave to me. Haha!

And easy, easy, Danny's just a friend. If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have come out to America. I stowed away with him and his family. ;) You know, that was the first time I ever got on a plane? It scared the shite out of me.

But I met you here. And I think
I'm pretty sure
What you saw is still there. Maybe we just need more time together. I want to love you, Elia.

I want it so bad, darling, you've no idea. It's got to be you.

[Elia Selvaggio]

Believe me, trying to work with a napkin is... not ideal. >.>
You have my number now, you liar. How else would you be responding to this text?
Kismet, then?

And I keep telling you to spend more time with me but you keep running out on me just when I'm so close... I feel it's so close but so far away, something not tangible but I'm sure
sure I can capture its essence.

[Patrick O'Connell]

I only got your number by using your phone to call my phone the morning after, silly!

Anyway, you've painted me ten thousand times over and you're never satisfied. The last one you did, I thought it was brilliant. You made me look... surreal. Is that the word? Not like me. It was so soft.

Is that really what you see when you look at me?

[Elia Selvaggio]

Ethereal. Ephemeral. I like these words better.
But yes. It's close to what I see.
It makes me wonder
What do you see?

[Patrick O'Connell]

Me?
I see...

I feel lost

[Elia Selvaggio]

Nobody sees their true selves. Naturally I feel
The same when I look at myself.
Lost

[Patrick O'Connell]

Do you ever feel scared, Elia?

[Elia Selvaggio]

Of course. Doesn't everyone?

[Patrick O'Connell]

How do you deal with it? How do you cope?

Sometimes I think about
it
about you
and I just can't...

[Elia Selvaggio]

I put it into art.
Occasionally substances.
My meds don't always seem to work or not fast enough. I see things I know aren't really there. More muses I say. Some are nightmares disguised as a muse. Some don't let me sleep.
There is no better muse than you. I can't sleep when you're around but I remember I'm alive again. I feel my heartbeat. I hear it.