Distance

She genuflects in the worn out bathtub, aware of naught but the big puddle of unsorted thoughts in her barren mind.

Steam rose up around her, clouding up the mirror like how those errant thoughts are eclipsing her feelings.

Try as she might, she couldn't stop the rivulet of thoughts that has been trickling into her conscience for the past few days - and still is.

Thoughts that breed into incessant questions that keep nagging at her for just a speck of attention.

Thoughts that warrant unwanted rumination that keeps knocking at her control just for a glimpse of the past.

Thoughts that are piling so high up on her heart that she's having difficulty in breathing.

And so, under the torrents of hot water that were pelting furiously down her back, she stays alienated from everything around her.

A lone figure secluded by a dingy hotel bathroom in a country as foreign to her as her thoughts and feelings are.