thoughts with bubbles
soaking in the suds, soaking up my thoughts
soaking away the negative
soaking in the positive
convictions become clear, why, why, why am i here
i scrub away a layer, rinse it away with the bubbles down the drain
my tears melt into the droplets
warm water falls like rain down my hair, my eyebrows, past my nose
to my chest, ending up in my belly button.
am i the same? will i ever be? i fight to be.
each new experience melds into another changing my shape, my energy
my thoughts, my personal life philosophy.
its sticky like the maple syurp in the fridge.
change.
