I'm not home.
I'm not in some fancy office,
Or sitting on a comfy chair.
No.
I'm somewhere where I'm sitting on a toilet,
Contemplating life and it's mysteries.
Wondering if the soap standing a few metres away from me,
Could be described as pink or neon pink.
Wondering if the noises outside ever stop.
Wondering if the call I'm about to make will make a difference.
Will ease the knot in my stomach.
If it can be considered normal that I feel like vomiting.
Of course, that doesn't ever change.
But, the bathroom does when I eventually have to leave.
When I have to breathe again.
22/07/2017
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Melpomene
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