towel

after several years of my existence, i suddenly felt afraid of the world. i felt afraid to expose myself outside so i spent my weekend at home. most of my time was spent in the shower, convincing myself that the water coming out of the sprinkler was actually rainwater trickling down my body, washing away my dirt, my sweat, my worries, my insecurities, my fears. i treat every shower experience as a spiritual journey. i find it as another effective means to commune the body with the spirit, to communicate the soul with universe. i always find it easy to think while getting soaked in the water of the shower. every time my skin touches each sprinkle of water from the showerhead, i feel wisdom coming through me. in the shower i grow older. i would stay there until the skin in my hands as well as in my feet gets crumpled like that of my grandparents. i would stay there until the muscles of my body feels soft. i would stay there until the pores become more open to breathe. i would stay there until i feel secured and fresh to face the world again.