you don't have to be sorry.

bath of nothingness

I lay there in my bath of nothingness.
begging to seek comfort and understanding.
my heads underwater so I can hear the bath chain rattle under ripples of water.
no one single bubble of bliss to pop.
my hip-length hair follows the gentle waves running through the tub.
I love the feeing of my long hair in the water, it's wonderful how such things can feel so beautiful.
evidently, I just wish I could stay in the bath forever and more.
the pure safety of water always spoke to me.
so of course, I would speak back.
my pale blue eyes tried to open in the rose-tinted water but it's a hard concept to understand.
so then I misunderstood.