Crying (part one)

13 July 2008

I guess it should feel weird, after she stormed out I just felt so unclean, so heavy, probably with unseen dirt all over my arms, probably my chest, probably figurative dirt all over my chest too, probably not. But I had to take a shower, get some cold water on my skin, wash it off, wash it off, wash whatever I ever have to off. It feels so relieving when warm water pierce the cold of my face, frozen by the airconditioning and by barely held back tears, I guess they should be called tears now, I am actually crying in the shower.

Pathetic, I know, all my weight on my forehead leaning on the wall, my arms didn't seem to have anything better to do than bang on the tiled wall. It was all I could do to stay standing, to not voice these tears, to remind myself to keep breathing as my lungs didn't seem to see purpose for it anymore. As great streams of water hit and jump off my skin, I let these tears drop with them, maybe as they go down the drain the stupid thing that caused them wil go too.

The water hummed as it left the shower head and drummed on skin and tile, all of this sounded to me like her shouting and rants, I could still hear her in my head.

8 things said:

Katalina Shienna Yambao said...

aw.. go ernie! kakamiss ang group naten.ehhe take note! ung grup natin, hindi ang class ni ... hehe

GOD Bless!

Jammin Tanioka said...

tsssssssss.... hindi ata to' fiction....

_Stine Olivar said...

di ko pa to nababasa e...

heniwey maganda. :D

karen armildez said...

nice one!!!

Ernest Angeles said...

fiction yan, fiction!

inspired ng isang chepaz na magazine relationship quiz

Ernest Angeles said...

Ei! you're here!

Ernest Angeles said...

hindi pa ba?

tenks

Ernest Angeles said...

syempre, tayo ang the best!

 
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