we want to live somewhere

where our feet and lips are always stained purple, 

where everything is quaint,

where local food markets are around every street corner,

where everyone sounds beautiful in speech,

where it's always comfortably warm,
where shoes are optional,
where no ones' hair is ever cut,
where we speak the beautiful languages of love, 

where we play our guitars & sing on the streets,

where we make our own wine, 

where we go to bed, pleasantly tipsy every evening