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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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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