I am the face in the crowd.
I am the reflection in your mirror.
I am the sheep you overlook.
I am the pawn beneath your feet.
I have fallen off your radar with deadly intent.
Mine are the hands at your throat.
the one you failed to see.
You know. I recently discovered that cold showers really are, just about the worst things in the world. I mean honestly, you cant prepare for that, you just cant. Yeah, we all try. We’ll psych our selves up, say things like “YEAH! Imma make this shower my bitch!”. Or maybe try and go into some zen like state, pretending that the cold is only in your mind… But, no. This is all nonsense. Because the SECOND the water touches us, and its not really even the REAL water, it’s like the mist from the water bouncing off the wall. But anyways, the second that touches your skin it does not matter how calm and collected you were, you instantly turn into some sort of awkward nude spider man and just plaster yourself onto the shower wall. Then starts the poorly executed attempt to snake one of your legs around the freezing shower jet so you can vainly try and tap the faucet bit further to the warm side. And it NEVER works! you just wind up fanning your foot at it and getting wet and cold. Of course this could have all been prevented if i just let the shower warm up for like 2 minutes before getting in… but aint nobody got time for that!