It's the strangest feeling coming out of the shower. You lose all sense of time; you have no concept of how long you've been been in the shower, what time it is and whether the sun might have sneakingly rose again. You just spent the last however long standing under running water while the rest of the world went about running errands, meeting deadlines, making phone calls, typing their lives away. I have to say, showering is my favourite part of the day. It's when I do my best thinking and when I'm calmest and most reposed.
It is incredible that I am able to spend 10, 15, 20, 30 minutes surrounded by the world's most natural resource. It's truly what we need most and it's all I need after a long day, any day, any time. A long hot shower and the sound of the water hitting the shower floor. Nothing else. Eyes closed. Naked, but warm.
I came out of the shower tonight to hear clanging in the kitchen and my roommate doing dishes; noise that I never want interrupting my day. In the shower though, nothing can interrupt me. And strangely, in the shower, I don't feel alone. I don't feel lonely. I feel alive.
If only my fingers don't turn into prunes so damn quickly.
That's when I know I need to get out.
Today was a strange day of power outage, snow, darkness, and tears. I wrote a letter that I no longer plan to deliver and made a phone call with awkward silences that I don't regret. Listening to Brand New is reminding me of memories from last year that doesn't make me cry. Everything is true in their words and applicable to my life and now I understand the effect relationships have on people. I'm a victim fallen to the result of a broken relationship. It's been seven months, but I am still coping, slowly but surely.
"Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore."
It is incredible that I am able to spend 10, 15, 20, 30 minutes surrounded by the world's most natural resource. It's truly what we need most and it's all I need after a long day, any day, any time. A long hot shower and the sound of the water hitting the shower floor. Nothing else. Eyes closed. Naked, but warm.
I came out of the shower tonight to hear clanging in the kitchen and my roommate doing dishes; noise that I never want interrupting my day. In the shower though, nothing can interrupt me. And strangely, in the shower, I don't feel alone. I don't feel lonely. I feel alive.
If only my fingers don't turn into prunes so damn quickly.
That's when I know I need to get out.
Today was a strange day of power outage, snow, darkness, and tears. I wrote a letter that I no longer plan to deliver and made a phone call with awkward silences that I don't regret. Listening to Brand New is reminding me of memories from last year that doesn't make me cry. Everything is true in their words and applicable to my life and now I understand the effect relationships have on people. I'm a victim fallen to the result of a broken relationship. It's been seven months, but I am still coping, slowly but surely.
"Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore."
- Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't
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