i have imagined an improved version of a museum hopping for an art-related romantic date.

ikeee..

(haven't been mushy for quite a while so im shy to tell all..hihi)

the images in my head are blurry because the venue was somewhere i haven't been.

i would love to spent an afternoon (and if possible, a night) there..

with me, myself, and lots of money so i can bring home pieces. o how romantic the thought is.

"i have a home

and a window called night.

i sleep in a bed named sky

and dream about people i haven't met.

in my dreams we talk about teacups.

because of the future it holds

and the afternoon it brings.

o, what are afternoons without teacups?"