I want to run away to the English Countryside
We can ride horses while wearing massive cloaks and satchels full of old books. I'll start a garden and draw you in the grass, reading from Shakespeare or Dickinson. Your voice will echo through the arched hallways of our cottage, a soothing lullaby that drifts me to sleep; a soothing lullaby that drifts me to sleep.
But no dream can match the love I have for this life, for you.
