Michael Clifford Imagines

Hippie

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Hippie

You saw the world as bright neon colors, filled with rainbows and sunshine every single day. You wore a different flower crown everyday, weaving new ones for all that passed your bright caravan.

You were fascinated with his hair. How his hair color changed every week from a bright spunky orange to a lovely midnight blue. He had passed your caravan on one fateful day, a road trip with his friends, he tells you.

Michael finds your perspective on the world simply amazing. He loved how you'd run out to the grass with those crazy sunglasses and wild hair flying all over your face, your arms spread in hopes to embrace the sun.

"Come with me!" You'd yell from afar, your bracelets glimmering in the sunlight.

And he'd come. He'd come running towards you, his arms flailing about and screaming hysterically. Michael would tackle you onto the grass, your laughter resonating throughout the entire field.

It didn't matter that you were a hippie. Michael was just so happy to have someone like you to love for an eternity in this wonderful world.