instead of sleeping i have been chatting with my dearest friend regarding our future dream world:
imagine exposed brick walls and burning candles. old books stacked in hallways and miscellaneous futons and pillows in every room. imagine hardwood covered in ornately designed area rugs. cups of tea and red wine from mason jars. records playing and half finished paintings everywhere. imagine black and white photographs clothes pinned to rows of twine. hugging and laughing and fireplaces and singalongs on old pianos. an instrument around every corner. someone to cuddle every night. veg from the garden, backyard barbecues and patio laterns. sleeping bags and shared pillows under the stars. free love, marijuana, and frivolity.
i want to live in a house with a bunch of people always smiling and laying on top of each other, basking in creative, positive energy. that’s all.
so sue me for dreaming.
No matter what’s happened, even though John’s dead, I don’t feel like we’re ever going to be apart. I think we’re a part of each other’s lives, we’re a part of each other’s karma, man. And, you know, there’s something sort of deeper than all the business troubles we went through. They were real enough but, um, nah, I think that through all that stuff there was always John who would just put down his glasses and sort of say ‘It’s only me’. And that was it, you know. I’d know what he meant. Yah, it’s only Johnny. It’s only Lennon, you know. He’s only having a laugh with us, it’s a joke really. There was always that feeling at the bottom of things no matter how bad it got, if we had fights or slanging matches or anything, you still kind of liked each other. - Paul McCartney