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

to notice

the journey

of

each

droplet.

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

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