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a small tidbit of a personal piece

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Published: Jul 26, 2014

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prompt: talk about a place you love, conveying your peace with it without outright saying that you love it.

I have three lamps in my room, and two of them are hardly very bright. Both sort of cast everything (except for the cluttered corners) into a soft glow. The other only works when it's dark outside and the other lights are off. It throws everything into a blue-ish glow and somehow makes it feel like a place faeries would escape to.

The bookshelf is small, but it's enough to fit my favourite books and memories. The walls and ceiling are painted blue and green and are covered in posters and art and doodles so I can't see enough of the colours to regret the crappy decorating job I did as a kid. My blankets are soft enough for my cat to sit on and he smells like sugar cookies and looks like home so I'm happy if he is. The desk is covered in marker that bled through my paper and paint that I couldn't get to stay on the page.

Sometimes it's silent enough to think and sometimes I play things full of guitar and drums and bass and piano and lyrics that are actually poetry.

There's a small bloodstain on the carpet from a night I don't like to think about but can't get out of my head - I can still hear my own sobs as my mother said she wouldn't bring me to the hospital.

That's not what this story is about though…