What if it rains?

What if you didn’t have to get your life together?

What if you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be?

What if your choice of friends and lovers were destiny?

What if addictions weren’t yours?

What if neglect had no lasting effects?

What if your success didn’t offended others?

What if you understood that we are all socially awkward, but it’s a shame to denied strangers the pleasure of meeting you?

What if our lovers didn’t try to control us?

What if our self control became selfless control?

What if every smile you’ve ever had shared with you was actually meant to bring the other person pleasure?

What if one action did define you?

What if you weren’t the cause of your situations?

What if you weren’t accountable to yourself?

What if the last time you touched someone, you actually cared to touch them again?

What if you loved yourself the way your ex did?

What if being a victim made you a hero?

What if the dance floor was just as scared of you as you were of it?

What if words could actually move you?

What if you could choose the direction?

What if your thoughts never left your mind?

What if your heart didn’t lie to you?

What if it rains?

~nerdo

Tuesday, May 29th, 2018