where is the love?

you can’t see the rain but you can feel it, falling asleep on your skin in the afternoon. soft as powder while the sun’s still out, like a magic trick. and maybe i like things to be plain sometimes, maybe i like mud being inbetween my toes and maybe i like what “naked” means. maybe i was never trying to impress anyone. maybe the world needs less “impressive” people and more dreamers. more people who haven’t let the phrase “it means something to me” burn to the ground.