05 September 2007
2:23 AM
dishesat the sink
i watch the tiny soap bubbles slide their
way down the aluminium and
into those black holes,
wondering where they will eventually reappear,
if they do.
i always wanted to poke my eye through,
if only i could.
don't those bubbles seem to gleam.
the detergent spreads over my hands like an
eager disease that i truly welcome;
the soaked sponge has a slightly soothing effect,
squish.a lil bit more soap, perhaps.
i pump the dispenser while the liquid
twirls its way into my palm
to form a pretty pool.
the clink and clank of cutlery being shifted.
be careful as you handle them with soapy hands,
they might slip anytime.
placing them on the rack one by one,
like arranging a bed of flowers.
one must ensure they all fit, if not
you'd remove them all and take it from the top.
i must say,
doing the dishes is
therapeutic for someone down in the
ditches.
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i've been spending my entire night (time now, 436am) reading past convos.
so much for sleeping early, huh.
it's just been ____ and i'm missing you already.no, not okay.
