Water

I was taking a shower the other day and as I feel the water coming down to my face and body I felt all alone. I felt a deep sense of sadness that I cannot express.

I am just letting the water hit my head and crawl down from my body...as if in slow motion. Feeling every drop trickling down. Listening to the drops fall and the silence of the surroundings. All I can just let out was just a sigh. I pretended that the water coming from the shower were my tears.

It is a deep sense of sadness that has been going on for years. I have not yet fully understood the reasons. But it is as if it has been with me for eternity. I know I am getting weary but I still somehow have the strength in me...as if time and experience has made me stronger for every trials and sorrows.

Water has always been my displacement of emotion. I would spend hours in the shower or in the tub. Just feeling it flow and watch it play with my hands. I would spend almost everyday in the pool, going back and forth. I like the feeling of being reborn again.