Shower Time

As I enter into the chamber of your substance,

An array of warmth hits me like no other.

Impurities and markings seem to fade away

In your presence. Not alone do you do it, but with

The help of your fellow agents. With toxins and the simplest

Form of cloth it forms anew.

Away I go to to a world called “Me”.

Where I know no time when lost in thought.

Contemplating what’s next as steam arises from below

The future, the past, all is considered.

As good things come to an end,

What was once a fiery soul, turns into

A cold wasteland that I dread wholeheartedly.

As I go on my way and reality sets in there is nothing

but silence. Until next time my thoughts say,

Until next time..