| Revolvers Loaded ( @ 2005-12-16 10:37:00 |
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Storm
I step into the shower wanting all of my problems to wash off of my shoulders and down into the drain. the shampoo / conditioner hits my hair, and i lather and breath the steam into my lungs. i exhail as the dirt washes from my head off of my shoulders, down my flesh towards the tubs surface. it then snakes its way down the drain to the pipes to find its way back to the earth. then the soap, hits my body and lathers up all of the bad, in one rinse the preasure hits my body and sprays all that holds me down off of me, i feel free now. under the hot water, i feel like a fish flopping back into the ocean, or lake. i turn the water off now and feel a certain form of release. i dry myself, then i get dressed.
How will today begin? Heather will come. Will she give me shit? Will she roll with it?