AlainetheAnonymous

art and books will never cease to exist

thus there will never be a loss for love

With time, my hope, wonder and innocence

dissipated along with my memories

the tesserae of my soul slowly chipped away

left only with small vestiges of my former self and hue-less chasms

My heart now a knot of nought

I slowly found the pieces within you

Fragments of my past life housed inside you

I implore absolution

In thy bedroom

On my knees

With tears of mercy

Between the legs of Christ

No longer dirty

Finally baptized

I am clean

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: "I'll go take a hot bath."

I meditate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water's up to your neck.