My Room
My room is my sanctuary, a reflection of my introverted self. A place I go where the word, “anomaly” is printed above my closet, as a reminder to be what isn’t. Altered by imagination and time in gestalt, this single location allows the thoughts to flow free; from my guitar, to my paintings, to me. Simplicity! A warm colored wall, consumed by the serene environment, my room vibrates at the pace of my heart. Nothing and no one can keep us apart.
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