Mr Brightside

I want to find that bright side they're always talking about.

I want to
stop trying.

Stop planning everything.

I want to take a bus and go camping on a cove.

I want to smell the pines, the burned and wet wood of the lightfire and the ocean.

I want to feel the fresh air on my skin.

That cold you feel outside.
But hot inside.
Inside you.

I want to sleep in a huge and comfy blanket with you in the back of a caravan or a truck. Or between the sand and the ocean.

On our own. Alone. Together.

and you.

Mr Brightside.

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