I'm content to walk a little slower because there's nowhere that I really need to be. And I find that life is easier when it's just a blur with no details to confuse who or what or where I was, so when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure. But these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold and this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone. This tv is old, the color is fucked, do you see the difference in the shades? But the green is still close to green, my love, and I believe we are the same and we’ll stay like this, all gold and green.