I heard heroin was the hardest drug to come off of… I actually think its love.



Lightening illuminating the window pane
It’s raining outside…
Peering through the Venetian blinds and watching
The roads fill with water
Blowing ripples across the roads
Thinking about everything
What’s to come from this weather
Tomorrow more leaves will fall
Slowly into lasting puddles
An abstraction of beauty
Last words
Leaving lasting impressions
Like white shoes stepping in
Taking home its colors, unbeknownst to the owner
How love comes home
And how love leaves
Breaking off in the wind
On rainy days
Of course there will be tears...
Puddling
An abstraction of beauty
How falling in love is beautiful
And leaving is like those nights
Where lightening illuminates the pane
Leaving just thoughts