I sit in this tub, foot fumbling with the faucet as thoughts swirl my head. Good, bad, neutral; they all have something to say. Like a pen to a paper they each make their marks. Sometimes it sounds like a bunch of noise, and I can’t make out what each one wants to tell me. I feel as though I’m fighting a battle every second, trying to fight off all the bad thoughts and replacing them with positive ones but only temporarly. Time is ticking away as I am deeply submerged in my mind.