Today, someone asked me a question. At first I gave the literal answer, but later on as I stood in the shower I couldn't answer it. I watched leftover dye run out of my hair and swirl down the drain and all I could think is how simple a question it was, how clear and simple...and I didn't have an answer. She asked me the question "where are you?"

It wasn't the fact that I didn't know where I was that bothered me, it's that I didn't have an answer to a simple question. Not the real answer anyways. The greyed water, mixing with the deep red water, all running down in a steady stream from the tips of my hair. Pounding against the cracked white shower base, spattering the walls. Spinning around and around, taking it's time to finally go where it needs to be, and I realized...that's me.