poetry

showers

showers

they are so normal

but they aren't,

they clear things 
they are magical
they clear the mind.

they clear the soul

everybody does it,

daydreaming,
in the shower.

about today,
or tomorrow.

in the shower

you wash all bad things off,
you can forget it for a while.

because it doesn't matter in the shower.
nothing matters in the shower,

not what you need to do,
nor what you didn't do.

not what you should have done different,
nor what you should have done right.

not what you regret,
nor what you still want to do.

you can forget that all 

now you just need to stand,

feel the hot melted golden drops against your skin

smell the extraordinary aromas of all the exotic plants and fruits

relax your body

and now you can forget everything

just for a while.