I was sitting in the shower,

Listening to the drops hit the floor.

As each one poured down on me

My mind and thoughts unraveled

Taking me to places I’ve never seen before.

This happens quite frequently.

A stream pours out of my head,

Dripping, washing me down till it reaches my feet upon the floor.

Eventually, I feel the drops start to wash me away,

And there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I’m disappearing into my own mind, losing myself.

Soon I am completely gone. I don’t know where I went.

I’m not in control anymore. My thoughts have taken over me.

I have to step out of the shower eventually,

Or risk completely losing myself,

Risk drowning in my endless stream of thought.

I start to dry myself, to shake and scrub and fling each drop off of me.

As I do, I find myself again, but I am not the same person.

I feel different and everything is fresh, clean, new.