freudian finger slips

i heard a butterflies wings and among the lies and decisions and holiday making i saw and felt the need to experience things again like whitebait and chips and slips of another kind and kind woman in the camp site winking a blind eye to non caravan club status so i could spend the night for a fiver my sense were so attuned me every moment seemed to last a lifetime and then the next on and the next as though it were slowed to a beautiful standstill so that we could take it in more easily and enjoyably so love :) +