I feel like in another world we would be two hippies travelling the world. People would often wonder, how are they okay with that? How are they okay as strays?, and we would always wonder, how are they okay with chains? How are they okay to not be free? We’d travel around the world together, you and me, happy and innocent, beautiful and funny. In an ideal world we’d be made hippies, free to be in love. Doomed nights and no one waiting for us in the morning.