today i officially declare the bathroom as my sanctuary.
each crevice that cradles the molds and the mildews shares a space with my secrets, my washed away depressions, my daydreams, and my hopes.
my daily bath session is a ritual not just to rinse my body, but to cleanse my soul as well. the downpour from the shower never fails to provide a rhythm that puts you in a state of elation where everything is possible. it is always a sacred moment where i get to meet the muses and bathe with them in the sea of ideas and visions. each act of rubbing and scrubbing of the skin not only clears the clogged pores but also breathes a new atmosphere of peace that fills the mind.
i always enjoy the pleasures of spilling the juices of my secrets, my passion, my rants, and my raves inside my sanctuary. it is always an easy route to a split-second of ecstasy where there is a force of neither repression nor apprehension present. i love how i can pour tears, sweat, piss, cum, sweat, words and dreams to the bathroom walls and floor without the slightest fear of being judged.
shower is my daily fifteen minutes of peace.
i considered that light feeling of being stripped of my masks as a privilege i can only get from the solemn solitary confines of my sanctuary.