The steam around me is hardly noticed

my feelings

cooped in the shed

that came with our backyard

I take breaths

I feel the shower and take in that very moment

it feels so good to breathe

without a worry

My head rests against the wall

and I think of how hard it is to think

how hard it is to not be automatic

 

I swallow basic thoughts

crunch on mere survival

The fog fills the bathroom

and blurs the mirror

I cannot see me

but I can see the fog

 

❤ Saschia

 

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