• dilo_artwrite 6w

    The shower

    Dripping gradually is the voice of the liquid in the perforated hole...
    Swaying my hand towards the northern part of my body
    Buttered my skin with lotion
    Think of the day full of challenge, full of Hope
    Then I tap the floor dancing to water drop, humming like a lonely bird
    The thinking in my head forgets the soap in my eyelid
    Putting some water to my foamy face
    Oh I had to sit on the ceramic pot to comfort my purging stomach
    The day totally left me Disturbed
    Thinking of chances tomorrow may bring