Bathtub Melodies

Curled, vulnerable, in an attempt at decompression.

Guitars dancing. Familiarity softens the scratchy voice.

Teeth clamped on skin. Nose dipped into water, blowing bubbles. A direct effect of action.

In the face of small success, my concern is how I could have been better.

When success shines bright enough to wrap around my eyesight until I’m blind, will I be happy? I ask how much I have to sacrifice to feel joy. Will my bathtub melodies be a piece of my day or the highlight?

One day, someday, I will see that I am a success and I can never be small or dim.

If you’ve ever felt lost, ungrounded, or ready for change, preorder my zine Caught in a Cloud!

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