the beauty of familiarity
The room's subtle hints at my personality were binding.
Mostly it's unorganization that seemed all too inviting.
I find it hard to stare at the things I will miss but it is much harder not to.
This chaos of selections and souvenirs.
To sculpt a new life always tempted me yet it threatens with regret.
But there is so much dirt.
So much dirt that I never want to be clean again.
Mostly it's unorganization that seemed all too inviting.
I find it hard to stare at the things I will miss but it is much harder not to.
This chaos of selections and souvenirs.
To sculpt a new life always tempted me yet it threatens with regret.
But there is so much dirt.
So much dirt that I never want to be clean again.