Poop

Something about the bathrooms that makes one wander freely. Something about being naked and alone, washing away the dirt and the sins, the tears and the pain, and admiring thoroughly and deeply the victories scored today against life.
Something about the toilet seats where you let go of the waste you’ve been holding, but also of the restrictions that were imposed on your mind. Whether from being too busy or too distracted, once you’re there, without your smartphone, you will let everything go down as you relax and “open up”.
It’s in those two places that the thoughts wander freely, where crazy ideas are born, and inspiration is found, or even where tears are dropped shamelessly.
Some of greatest things are born there, some of the worst things are killed there. Then you wash it all out, dry it, and leave most of them, if not all, there. Wearing a smile as the door is shut behind.