Drops of Thought

Drops of Thought

Drops of Thought 


I’m so tired of this bathroom floor 

I sit down 

And its coldness radiates my warm, 

Pale skin 

That lies upon it 

The sound of the drippy shower 


Drip Drip 

Says the water on the window 

from the rain 

Falling from a place  

That is unknown 

I hear it as I sit here  

On the bathroom floor