Bathroom: Indeed, a conducive venue for self-reflection and contemplating on things that truly matter in life. The sound of running water mutes the noise of the world. Sealed within a tiny space, isolated, and obviously in privacy, you are separated from the prejudices and judgements of other people. Often times, they pound their opinions on you, but inside the bathroom, the walls echo your own thoughts, no one else’s. You can be inside for as long as you want, or until other people in the household is in line to relieve themselves or perhaps to contemplate on the universe as well. You’ll never know what revelations will unfold before them. But then again. Perhaps you are the only one n a state of trance and meditation inside the bathroom. Who knows? For all they know, you’re just bathing inside. But the probability of simply just bathing without self-reflection and contemplating on the universe is near to a zero, because the moment the door clicked close, you submerged yourself in a sea of question with unsure answers in topics like, but not limited to, history, politics, past events, religion, world peace, universe, death, afterlife, reality, dreams, visions and tomorrow’s breakfast. 

In the city streets

Under city lights

I saw two lovers dance

While the rain was pouring

As the day turned to night

One, two, three drops, then

Followed by the rest

Lights drawn across the night sky

And distant angel’s cry

It’s June, clothed in its best

But above all things

The heart knows much more

A long lost young love unearthed

Passionately preserved in lavish metaphor

She’s a living poetry, with all the metaphors of the universe written over her body, from her eyes that shine like moon beams in a still lake, to her voice, that’s akin to what sailors would presume as mermaids, and all the gist of what the poet has in mind is embedded underneath her skin, all the sorrows and bliss melting into a masterpiece.