praying to the showerhead once again.
hands held open,
as if welcoming, waiting for this rain.
a cleanse,
a fresh start.

a conscious decision to stare up yet again,
to dive into the confusion of that which is unseen.
universe, speak.
god, who?

as the old, closed tunnel reforms into a bright, new path,
it is not me who brings me back.
not this time.

it is for you..

universe, guide.
god, love.