WILD BOHEMIA

WILD BOHEMIA

21.12.13

I dream of you in colours that don't exist

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense, we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment we are all defined by something we can't change.
I choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds. In any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.
We own everything that happened to us.

































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