Dear soul, yes you. I would love to soak up your Love, so invigorating, so soothing.
I've travelled a very long time to get hear. Ages. Here. Are you really listening?
Some of you are scumbags some of you are real. I wish you had the time
You know that droplet, running down that glass.
Windows to an inside outside world.
Humor me. I would love to soak up your love.
When I was a child, on rainy days, in the back of the car, I would make up stories about each droplet running down the windows. They raced in a weird diagonal way. There were always unexpected winners.
A droplet outta of nowhere gained momentum.
pastpresentfuture get blurry