in the bathroom, just me.
it's my refuge, my little haven.
no interruptions, no prying eyes.
it's just me and the silence,
especially with my phone
turned off.
staring into the mirror:
well, look who's here,
47 and counting.
did you ever think
you'd be staring back like this?
did you think
you'd lose so much of who you used to be?
did you imagine
you'd feel this empty?
and what did you think
would fill the void?
sure, I've got all the boxes checked:
the "where...", "what...",
"with whom...", "whom...",
but deep down,
there's still a part of me howling...
and my anxiety?
it's reached
a whole new level.
cheers to that.
wrapped in a towel,
bare feet on the cold tiles...