“And my friends were like “Whatever,
you’ll find someone better,
his eyes are way too close together
and we never even liked him from the start.
And now he’s with that tart,
and I heard she’d done some really nasty stuff
down in the park with Michael.
He said she’s easy
and if your guys with someone that’s sleazy
then he ain’t worth your time
cause you deserve a real nice guy”
So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry
I locked myself in the toilets for the entire night”— Kate Nash-We get on
run away and never come back? Not tell anybody where you are going? listening to some nostalgic music makes me want to do exactly that. pack some clothes into my 300 year old vintage suitcase, put on my hippy dress, and let y hair run wild. Buy a one way train ticket to some random place Ive never heard of, walk across fields and plains until i reach a valley covered in luscious flowers of different colours and textures. In the middle of the valley is my house, a small wooden hut painted bright colours, but my valley is like the centre of the universe, it is always warm and beautiful, an escape from everything. Make a living by selling flowers that i pick from my valley in a small make-shift booth at the edge of a rural road which i must walk a few hours to and from each morning and night. During the night, I lay in an old bathtub in the middle of the field surrounded by dark flowers and teh sound of rushing water from a stream nearby looking at the endless vast of starts above me. Counting each one untill I fall asleep. My most prized possesion is a polaroid camera with an endless supply of expired film, and a 7” player with candy walls on permanent repeat. Spending the days making flower jewlery to sell, and daydreaming of everything imaginable. Spending nights dancing around bomfires and singing loudly the songs I have time to write. Becoming a child of nature. Imagine a life like this. Imagine your world like this. Imagine sharing this with somebody else. If only life would be like this, even for a short while in my dreams…