The sausage princess wrote something in my drafts and it makes me cry. 

Here we come.
You first.
Then me.
It started with some smiles, and now, move to another country together?
Another country.
A new one.
Perfect for us.
Because everything is perfect when we are together.
I will cry. 
So much.
Maybe as much as I did when you moved the last time.
It was awful. For me.
But also so beautiful.
And now together.
I can't wait.
Everything is perfect.
When you're with me.
And I can't wait.
I can't stop smiling.
Cause you're my love.

Darling, it is too good to be true.
And I will probably not even realise until I'm at the airport, waiting, for you.
In another country where I've built a little foundation for us two,
Streets and graffiti, surfers and hipsters, warmth and love
All of that will be ours.

When summer has turned to autumn in our dear Europe,
everything will be heading towards summer, including you. 
Melbourne, the liveliest city. Well nothing is going to be more lively,
than you and me and a little flat and our big adventures. 
So many places to visit and so many faces to see, 
but best of all is, that it is going to be our time and our experiences.
This is going to make up for every second we've missed so far.

From a couple of smiles
to around the world and back.
I love you to pieces, I really do.




A little bit of freedom sneeks into my life
and peeks out in the wild from every joker I meet on my way.
And in every shadow that they left behind. 
In songs and corridors, churches and screams.
Everything is one and one is everything. 
In towns full of memories or in memories full of towns. 

Parrots are staring back at us and the sun has gone wild, 
It has escaped from the center of the oval, dragging it self closer to company. 
Solitude, huh. Who wants solitude in this possible world? 
We're all joint, everything is one and one is everything. 
But the parrot sneeked into Eden and burnt itself on its own substance. 
Solitude is easiness, but every essence wants a spark of trouble, is it not so?