Bonnie’s Pond

Let’s drive into the country and drink coffee at some odd place where no ones knows as and fill napkins with random words and quotes and poems.

Let’s live between pages of a story book, not the kind where there are princes and dragons but the kind where the little boys get lost in the supermarkets and they have adventures till their mummy’s come and find them and take them home

Let’s spend hours and days and weeks lying on top of green grassy hills, doing what looks like waisting time to every one else, but to us we know its more than looking like waisting time it is waisting time

Let’s cease careing what other people think

Let’s ware the last of our clean cloths before we bother to do the washing and then wash them all in one go and marvel at all the things we have to wear

Let’s make music with pots and pans, sing out of tune and at the top of our lungs and….

Let’s paint pictures that look so little like what we were trying to paint we are forced to call them abstract, poke fun at each other and spend the rest of the time laughing at our selves

Let’s run and giggle

Let’s have fun cause we can and because we are us and because no one else in the world could have quite us much fun being us as us and even if the wanted to its not like they ever could be us

Let’s stay up all night getting drunk and chatting like two people who just met telling stories we have both her a million times but pretending like they are new and amazing

Let’s be poor but dream of being rich

Let’s just dream.