Dear ghost,
In that cold room, with the warm mist swirling around me and the warm but a little hot water tracing most of my skin, I hum to the song beating in me. I slowly colour my body with soap. The smooth alkaline white becomes me as if to say I can redraw myself. I can become a new person like an empty canvas. I pour water on my head as if to nurture the seeds, saplings and plants in me. In hope that I become all that I wish of. I do this like a ritual. This was the way I was born or so they say. This is how I look.
My family might be the only people who saw all that I am outside. You see when I was a child, I was a naughty kid who use to run around without any clothes. I was not ashamed back then but I became conscious before I knew it.
Yours