you walk into bathrooms singing singing it’s sweet and soft high in your register not spoken just floating on your breath like a dream
my voice teacher would say you need to support your tone but I like it the way you do it you do it the way a mother might sing a child to sleep but you sing only for yourself not to sleep or to perform not making any fuss just letting the wordless song be sung by you to you for you with no accompaniment but the sure click of your heels against the bathroom tile
I spend a lot of time in bathrooms (at least I used to and these days I find myself returning more and more to old habits) the walls know me the tiles are familiar the locks protect me more than any living thing ever did
the sinks know my blood the floors know my rage the toilet knows that my insides are acid and not sugary sweet like I once thought they were (I respect it for not pretending like others have tried)
I spend a lot of time in bathrooms I want to thank you because you make it easier because you walk into bathrooms singing
you stop by the mirrors and fix your makeup maybe or adjust your jacket or swish your skirt and I hope it’s not strange but sometimes I watch you through the crack in my stall (not so long that it’s creepy just a beat that’s all) and you always make me feel just a little bit better because you’re so **** pretty and so **** aware of it your voice is sweet you know it and you’re not afraid
I love that please keep singing I don’t care if I’m there to listen I just hope you sing
there's a girl at my school that genuinely sings when she walks into bathrooms and it really does make me happy