hippies

I dreamt we left to live as hippies... daisy chains grass in my hair I push a dandelion behind your ear smiling- joyful as I watch how the sun peeks through the spaces between your eyelashes we drive to the sea and sleep on the beach because we can. we listen to vinyl because it sounds better. morning coffee on a mountain top rich droplets spilt on the sleeves of our sweaters I picture us through a nostalgic lens a poloraid pasted to the inside cover of a beat up notebook wild and free free to be what we couldn't be here. secure as we live our lives guided by the stars

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