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

 

Word Preference

Words,

There’s not enough in English

But then again there’s so many it overwhelms me to think of a search

Everyday language is what I go for

Sometimes I wonder if this really is how I speak normally

Other times the flow hits me and my voice pours out from every angle without question

Those are magical times

But when it come to words

I prefer the ones that I use on the regular

There’s always enough of those