The bohemian of us.

I will meet you at the station. We will sit there holding hands on chairs that hurt our backs and talk about life and what it means to exist. We will share stories of courage and strength. We will tap our feet to the rhythm of every street musician’s beat. We will draw clouds, and rain, and cars, and a red umbrella on billboards. We will try to find the beauty in everything that makes us smile. And when we are done with all that, we would have already been in our life – it would have already started.


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