My Bathroom

Do you ever just go into the bathroom and lean up against the tiled wall and wish the box you stood in was a time machine. Or even have that moment of clarity and to then start confessing as if in church? My bathroom is more than just a bathroom , its my escape when I start to panic , its my alone time , its the room that knows all my secrets, more personal than my bedroom. The mirror has seen me at my best preparing for celebrations and has witnessed my face runned down by grief. If I begin to lose myself and the air around me becomes sparse I find most comfort up against my tiled wall. With my head held back as if there was no ceiling, I would stare for so long I could fall into a trance
. Everyone deserves a place like this. wheres your special place?

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