Sweat rolls down my back in a hot white room.
A very large fan that blows nothing but more hot air.
My lights are off and into my t.v I stare.
i'm restless.
I cant sleep...
...I didn't eat...
....did some laundry...
why don't I feel clean....
I shower...
...the dirt on my head
...on my chest...
...on my arms...
...travel with the water to the trunks that be mine legs...
..naked...wet..
...free...
...content...
satisfied?
...I am.
I begin to sing...
...random words that a warm shower can bring.
my soap; My mic.
my shower head; My camera man.
my bathtub; My Stage
reluctant to turn the *** of my shower, I am.
but I do.
I step through the thick layer of steam,
that makes it slightly difficult to breath.
but I wanted to stay with my heat.
the heat of moisture and steam.
I sit on my toilet and enjoy the tropical atmosphere in my bathroom.
I begin to whistle an exotic tune.
I tap my feet to the rhythm of my hands.
now I've become a one man band playing for kicks amongst an island in the Caribbean.
salsa,
merengue,
bachata,
all of a sudden I noticed how warm and calm I was.
how happy and jolly I was.
how I felt so "irishy" and "springy"
I dress myself without drying my body and I stare into the mirror with a smile on my face.
I open the door, everything became dark again.
I put my dirt caked clothes inside my hamper.
my clothes felt damp.
I took off my shirt.
I turned off my lamp.
popped in a dvd.
and stared into the portal of entertainment intently.
Sweat rolls down my back in a hot white room.
A very large fan that blows nothing but more hot air.
My lights are off and into my t.v I stare.
i'm restless.
I cant sleep...
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Sweat rolls down my back in a hot white room.
A very large fan that blows nothing but more hot air.
My lights are off and into my t.v I stare.
i'm restless.
I cant sleep...
...I didn't eat...
....did some laundry...
why don't I feel clean....
I shower...
...the dirt on my head
...on my chest...
...on my arms...
...travel with the water to the trunks that be mine legs...
..naked...wet..
...free...
...content...
satisfied?
...I am.
I begin to sing...
...random words that a warm shower can bring.
my soap; My mic.
my shower head; My camera man.
my bathtub; My Stage
reluctant to turn the *** of my shower, I am.
but I do.
I step through the thick layer of steam,
that makes it slightly difficult to breath.
but I wanted to stay with my heat.
the heat of moisture and steam.
I sit on my toilet and enjoy the tropical atmosphere in my bathroom.
I begin to whistle an exotic tune.
I tap my feet to the rhythm of my hands.
now I've become a one man band playing for kicks amongst an island in the Caribbean.
salsa,
merengue,
bachata,
all of a sudden I noticed how warm and calm I was.
how happy and jolly I was.
how I felt so "irishy" and "springy"
I dress myself without drying my body and I stare into the mirror with a smile on my face.
I open the door, everything became dark again.
I put my dirt caked clothes inside my hamper.
my clothes felt damp.
I took off my shirt.
I turned off my lamp.
popped in a dvd.
and stared into the portal of entertainment intently.
Sweat rolls down my back in a hot white room.
A very large fan that blows nothing but more hot air.
My lights are off and into my t.v I stare.
i'm restless.
I cant sleep...
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