Washing Fresh

You take a bath.
Your legs hit the cold tub.
You lie there squeezed in and enjoy the nice smell,
The soft foam.
Everything tingles.
You feel the weight that weighs more
And more on you as the water drains.
More and more weight on you.
Until you're thirsty and thirty,
At some point you can't take it anymore and accept it.
You just accept it.
Your Demons are calling with their dishonored,
Peach-colored, ill-humored untutored nature.
What creatures are deep down in you?
Everybody is a gangster and could be a murderer

As soon as the water is gone,
The good feeling of security is gone.
Not every ejaculation is full of mother protection.
But we all have mommy or daddy issues,
Cause the ones who raised us are closest to us.
No matter how far we want to distance ourselves
From them or their behavior.
We have inherited things and seen things.
We grew up with things or imagined things.
Issues that make us seek protection,
Issues that make us appear tough on the outside.
Issues that make us laugh or keep us from crying.
Issues we can't see but want to let go of
Awareness is the key to happiness

You learn to differentiate
You learn to feel
You learn to see
You get to know yourself

When you dry off you feel your body
For the last time before your thoughts fall off
Cuddled up in a towel for the last time
Warmth and protection for the last time
And finally fresh again
Outside the towel it's freezing cold,
Every breeze feels like a blizzard,
Every cold tile on the floor feels like ice water.
The water beads on your skin
Are more sensitive than your genitals

Intensely but washing fresh