i hate showers

I don’t like showers. They force you to think about one thing: being alone. The silence. It’s just the water and you. The noise starts to get to you.

All your thoughts start merging. You can’t run away from them, because there’s nowhere to go. Over and over again. No one, just you.

Drip, drip
drip drip
_ _ _
drip
drip
drippity drippity

DRIP

I hate them. Showers need to be full of other people. They can’t haunt you if there’s other people. They can’t control the thoughts.

You want some alone time. Need some sort-things-out-time. Why don’t you write them a letter. Tell them things are going places. That even though the one thing you’ve wanted all year (more time with them) is actually starting to happen, you’re going to have to ask for a no thanks, because you’re starting to lose yourself.

Damn showers think they can control everything. Think that everything is in their power.

Drip drip drip

So noisy. Whoever gave them the ability to create noise? A noise that drowns out everything else.

You know it’s not hormones. This is the way things are. Life is just going to be….gray.

Showers should be painted orange so happy thoughts can invade with full orange power force.

I hate showers