I could never recall a time when things went perfect. Because perfect is non-existent. I remember all those day dreams I used to have, where scenarios would go as I wanted. Peaceful, and serene. Lay down and stare at the stars and the night sky as we basked in its beauty. We would talk about life, and complain like there was no tomorrow. Cold temperature rustles through the trees, through our hair, and our skin as it freezes us half to death. Despite this, we would laugh. We would laugh at the world trying to pull us down.
Odds are this did happen. It just happened with the wrong person.
I always loved the feeling of getting away. Who doesn’t? There’s far too much bullshit in the world, to not want a little time to be free. The feeling of being swept of your feet is funny. You just go with the flow, because you didn’t actually ask for it nor do you know why its happening. Now this, this is how both of these stories are relevant.
I suppose it’s about time and place.