Chapter 19: drips and falls

poems to books i'll never write and lyrics to songs i'll never singWords: 345

i get out of the shower and my wet hair drips onto my collar.

it's cold and i get goosebumps,

but i don't know why i cant seem to move and dry it.

maybe i can, and i choose not to because i think i deserve it,

or maybe i really cant and i'm too stunned to think properly anymore.

i don't think i know myself anymore.

i just need to wash my face.