The water trickled on my whole body, and I'd faced the shower bursting into a sigh of relief. I slowly closed my eyes, and knew that a reverie would be in existence. The random waves of internal screaming, hurting, and laughing made its way to the daunted mind.

Fleeting as it may seem, the tears went down so swiftly yet caressingly onto my cheeks, racing together with the tiniest droplets. My spine was chilled with the fear of merely drowning, but being in touch with both despair and freedom. How would one be filled with physical confidence, yet with a mindset jailed into endless comparisons and weary?

I sometimes wonder, "isn't it too draining to please the crowd with your mask on and true self off?". Maybe, just maybe, the answer to a disturbingly, clamorous mind is ending it all with the shower on.

I felt as if I was on a seemingly calm rainfall on a sunday evening—that time when I've almost lost myself.