I want to write.

I want to feel the words flow

like

raindrops down

a car window you

gaze through at the world.

Filtered, safe, protected, 

but with the skylight 

left open, 

carelessly.

So the storm rushes in.

Wet, wild laughter.

Exhilarating, alive.

So real, so passionate,

you can touch it.

So tangible you live it through your eyes.

I want to convey the worlds I live through

to the inner minds of the curious, 

the adventurous,

the oddballs, the ones who happen to care.

I want to create.

I want to touch

the fabric of the sky

and the essence of minds.