three little dots, so small, seemingly unimportant, can mean so much.

stayed up until late late last night and babysitting tonight. It's raining again. The soft pitter patter of the water splattering against my window like the paint of an artist's brush. exploding upon itself and creating a unique design. then the gravity affects the remainder of the once perfect raindrop and pulls it down my window creating tracks of the slick liquid. its a constant reminder of the everchanging world that we live in. the uniqueness of everything. i wish i could dance in it like a small child experiencing the perfect drizzle, and yet i find myself tied down by the social barriers set up by ourselves. that we couldn't be accepted if we just for once acted like ourselves. i wish i could take away the effect of other people on me. shed the words like a snake sheds its skin. just erase those thoughts and live just as me. stop caring about what others think and just be unique. different. special. much like the raindrops covering my window, it creates its own work of art.