Why must I apologize for the way I feel? For the way I think? I am not a murderer or a thief. I just want to kiss mouths and travel the world. I just want to have my own opinions and say “I prefer red” when the flamboyant waiter says “we have a large selection of white wines.”
I am a dreamer and I adore my fantasies. I am awake because I must be.
Let’s ride this unicorn and have wild hair. Let’s breath underwater and dubstep on crashing waves.
Will you meet me in my dreams? Where we can be anything and do everything unapologetically. This linear world is getting old.