Blue raindrops throw themselves against colorless window pain.
Dancing day light puts on a performance.
I'm here by myself, with copious amounts of thinking to do
About life, about love, about you. 
I chose a path that is widely rejected
Here in this thought box of positivity 
I travel skillfully
While my lifted energy 
counters the world of spinning lights around me
A cloud of nostalgia is slowly coming after me
As I'm running to the present moment to escape the reminiscence.
A diary of miracles 
A man in the subway
Medical marijuana
       <> <3 Who will know what is truly behind this interaction that we have with ourselves 
The multiplicity of everything
Is harrowing
Drop.  Drop.  Drop
Again
As the raindrops commit a falling suicide on the window pane 
But when something dies there is a transfer of energy
A rebirth
Something new is found through the same energy
That good energy 
Is what creates
That is the access point to your most desired locations
That energy exists
In all things living.