Bonnie’s Pond

Lets drive into the country and drink coffee at some odd place where no one knows us and fill napkins with random words and quotes and poems

Lets 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 supermarket and have adventures till their mummys come and find them and take them home

Lets spend hours and weeks and day lying on the top of green grassy hills, doing what looks like waisting time to everyone else, but to us we know its more than looking like waisting time it is waisting time

Lets cease careing what other people think

Lets 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.

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

Lets paint pictures that look so little like what we were trying to paint that we are forced to call them abstract, poke at each other and spend the rest of the time laughing at ourselves

Lets run and giggle

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

Lets stay up all night getting drunk and chatting like two people who just met telling storieswe have both herd a million times but pretending like they are new and amazing

Lets be poor but dream of being ritch

Lets just dream