shower

Is it odd- that I have always shared some fascination and admiration upon the shower and its chronicles of immense vulnerability

Nothing more authentic than the functions of sopping wet machinery, to which witnesses the sight of you raw - wholly exposed

physically you are bare, presenting the scars visible upon your body and/or damages placed upon ones surface, as the skin is traced inch by inch, so gracefully worshiped by the clear sprinkles of water that fall from above

drip, drop,drip,drop

mentally you are clear, while your conscious is at a constant rate of contemplating, decision making, and evaluating all aspects of your life- this atmosphere soon becoming a combination of anxiety, but relaxation all within the same time... 

drip,drop,drip,drop

the showers ability to confine a human but emotionally expand their mind to boundless limits it exquisite, your body feeling caved within boundaries, but mentally you are wandering off into the emptiness of improbable horizons  - what I like to call the "no mans land" 

 

drip, drop, drip, drop

No mans land'

a land where your life becomes both worrisome and hopeful, an area where you brainstorm future endeavors and reflect upon past traumas - no mans land is the land in which your mind is free

drip,drop,drip,drop

turn the knob, waters colliding upon ones skin, but truly finding the contact in which no mans land has become reality - and all the filthiest pieces of you, not your body, but the true depths of crud that lays within your soul is unveiled...

drip,drop,drip,drop