Between A Rock And A Stone.

Run away with me. To those fields filled with knee-high grass that tickles your legs. With flowers that are as tall as you and I. Where the sun shines brightly every day and there isn't a cloud in the sky.

Run away with me. On a bus, where they can't tempt us. To a place free from society. Where no one can understand the pure bliss of being alone, because no one has ever been there.

Run away with me. To escape the strife of every day life. To escape the droll humour of bland individuals. To the only places where death and taxes aren't infinite.

Run away with me. To a place that doesn't exist. To a place that won't ever exist.

Because in an ideal world, humanity wouldn't exist.