In the shower here I sit.
Wondering.
Questioning.
Thinking.
Crying.
Concluding.
Fearing.
I stand and notice my fingers have pruned.
The water pours down,
It makes me think.
I find answers here.
I find comfort here.
I quickly wash and exit.
The second the water is off,
I no longer remember
My thoughts,
The comfort, nor
The answers.
My solitude is no more.
What was I thinking so deep in depth for so long that my fingers pruned?
Why had what was previously important turned so quickly insignificant?
What were my fears, my questions of a moment ago?
What was the cause of my tears?
What conclusions had I made?
When shall I regain those thoughts of mine of which I could not contain?
CITEȘTI
My Thoughts
PoezieThe Creepy thoughts that lead my life to nowhere.... Hanging in between the skies... I feel so vulnerable.... That with one little snap... I could shatter into thousands of pieces.... Scattered all over the place.... Radiating unhappiness all around...
