There are some things that only the shower tiles know. They have seen the way that tears carry mascara down the canals of your face. They have counted the times you looked into a mirror, praying that things will get clearer. They have caught the cold droplets that harmlessly hit the floor, as shower thoughts aimed to hit the parts that hurt more. They wished that they could have yelled. They wished that they could have spoken. They wished that they could have told you that things are not broken. There are some things that only the shower tiles know.