That spiraling black little hole... so deep and dark. I wounder where it goes to. I know what goes down it...
I know that besides the hot water running down it now, there are flakes of skin, pieces of flesh, dirt of travels, hair... loose and dead... amoungst various other things... yes, they all go down that hole.
It was the first time in a long time i had been on my knees willingly. and as i knelt there on all fours, my blue nail polish standing out against the pale whitish bath tub, i thought about that black hole and how i would have loved for my hole neck and chest to disapear down there....
I hate being sick. it's never a fond thing for me... for anyone really. And yet for the last few days it seems it's been worse than all the other colds before it. Perhaps because i have so much to get done. And as i sit and attempt to eat some spiced apple yogart.... it tastes like cold muck in my mouth. I bought it for a reason, i bought it to taste that tingling sensation of spice and that citrus prick of apple.... not real apple, but the fake ones that retailers seem to portray to the consumers as "real apples"
where did that taste go? the taste of real anything? now a days it is just artificial... it seems like that is now what real tastes like.... i miss it, the overwelming tastes that fill your whole mouth and leave a taste or twang on your tounge for a long while. so that its as if your still enjoying it an hour or so after.... so you are fully satisfied.
As i cough up the last bit of flem i can muster, without bleeding from deep within my mouth, i figure it is time to face the world.... i turn the hot water off and the mist depleets. I step out onto the white floor, my pink skin nearly glowing... it felt good. the slight burning sensation, in my head, made me think that i was getting better. I dry off and put some good ol' curling product in my hair... just to hold the natural curls a little easier. Most poeple don't know i actually have slightly curled hair. I never allow it to run wild. It knows it's place on my head is straight. and it is trained well.
The sound of Billie Holiday trickles down the inside of my ear, its slightly muffled from all the back up junk in my ears. ugh, sickness.
well i should be off... get outside to the sun and the heat... knock this cold out of me...
Later Days
*~Ashley~*