If we were to live together we would have a ridiculous collection of clashing colours in everything.
it would violate the eye and make the place intense and comfortably messy.
if we were to live together, we could override the normal mode with intense sleeping and intense awakeness, sandwiching periods of childlike conversation.
if we were to live together, we would be the coolest and calmest company. people would visit and sit and feel at home, whilst perfectly entertained.
if we were to live together, we would magically maintain everything working, without severe peaks and troughs in activity; our sink would work; our plants would be watered; our receipts kept in the envelope in the kitchen drawer; our sellotape would be tabbed for next use; DVDs forever in their own cases and if borrowed, returned on time before the fine.
if we were to live together, our toothbrushes would never touch heads, but always share the base; our cutlery and crockery would always be clean, and never be messy or god-forbid-misplaced; our socks would be paired, right from the start till the end of their lives.
if we were to live together, our collective cooking book library would be so big we'd have to build an extra room for it; our trinkets and presents would adorn every shelf and bare surface, signalling condensed memories and fading inside jokes, from both our pools of life.
if we were to live together i would be jealous of everything you touch and look at that is not me. but i would learn to hide it and be carefree and tie my hair up with pencils or paintbrushes. i would enforce rules that you could not stand, like informing me of your exact itinerary for your lazy Sunday, or ensuring each meal you consume features protein and carbohydrates.
if we were to live together i would not be able to sleep unless i knew you were safe. i would check on you every night to make sure you are still breathing.
if i were to live with you, i would be exactly the same as I am now, but without the pretence of autonomy and other interests. i would focus all my energy onto you, confusing and scaring and freaking you out for sure.
if i was to live with any one person, i would have to teach myself to take things slowly. learn to enjoy the in between stages of everything.
but how cool would that be
it would violate the eye and make the place intense and comfortably messy.
if we were to live together, we could override the normal mode with intense sleeping and intense awakeness, sandwiching periods of childlike conversation.
if we were to live together, we would be the coolest and calmest company. people would visit and sit and feel at home, whilst perfectly entertained.
if we were to live together, we would magically maintain everything working, without severe peaks and troughs in activity; our sink would work; our plants would be watered; our receipts kept in the envelope in the kitchen drawer; our sellotape would be tabbed for next use; DVDs forever in their own cases and if borrowed, returned on time before the fine.
if we were to live together, our toothbrushes would never touch heads, but always share the base; our cutlery and crockery would always be clean, and never be messy or god-forbid-misplaced; our socks would be paired, right from the start till the end of their lives.
if we were to live together, our collective cooking book library would be so big we'd have to build an extra room for it; our trinkets and presents would adorn every shelf and bare surface, signalling condensed memories and fading inside jokes, from both our pools of life.
if we were to live together i would be jealous of everything you touch and look at that is not me. but i would learn to hide it and be carefree and tie my hair up with pencils or paintbrushes. i would enforce rules that you could not stand, like informing me of your exact itinerary for your lazy Sunday, or ensuring each meal you consume features protein and carbohydrates.
if we were to live together i would not be able to sleep unless i knew you were safe. i would check on you every night to make sure you are still breathing.
if i were to live with you, i would be exactly the same as I am now, but without the pretence of autonomy and other interests. i would focus all my energy onto you, confusing and scaring and freaking you out for sure.
if i was to live with any one person, i would have to teach myself to take things slowly. learn to enjoy the in between stages of everything.
but how cool would that be
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