I open the door and breathe in the familiar scent of safety and tranquility. The mixture of a sweet raspberry-like aroma with a light touch of a musky citrus overwhelms my senses. It is right in front of me, my favorite place in the whole world: my room.
Surrounding me are the once-so-desired pink walls that are now filled with sketches, collages, posters and paintings that have accumulated over the years. Each one has its own special meaning, such as: favorite actors, funky magazine cut outs and canvases that each tell a colorful story. The floor is covered with piles of books, papers and not-so-unwanted clutter. It’s always there in case I decide to look at it someday, because it’s just so hard to throw away. If you look straight ahead you see the corner where all my thinking happens: my desk. It’s filled with unnecessary things I forgot to put away or was simply too lazy to care about: sticky lights, alarm clocks, scattered jewelry, a camera, nail polish, and almost anything else you could possibly imagine. It is me, an organized mess.
From the window frames hang baby blue curtains in the most royal way I once loved so much. The blinds are always sort-of closed to keep out too much light, I don’t really know why, but it just feels right. On top of my bed are all my cuddly animal friends, with their cute little eyes and individual names. When I lie on my bed, so delightfully comforting and soft, I never want to get up. Just to stare up at the ceiling full of steps and borders filled with hand-painted pink flowers connected by infinite leaves. And right in the midst of all the individual spotlights hangs the permanent mistletoe from the glistening chandelier. It’s my place, everything I love is here. Under my bed are all my games and paints to do whatever I please. By the closet sits my easel, ready for me to paint. But wait, my closet has its very own mystery as well.
The metal branch from which a thousand hangers hang is bent from the weight of all my clothes. T-shirts, jackets and jeans that hang for years and years, yet some don’t fit and are useless to me. On one end, I keep the various dresses and gowns which have each served their purpose, but I won’t discard them yet… just in case. When I open the top doors, I see thousands of childhood memories on the verge of falling out. It’s nice to look at once in a while, but I’d rather not touch. They might fall out and make an even bigger mess! I almost forgot my biggest collection: my DVD’s. Most are orderly divided by the colors of the case. But of course there is always a stray disc here and there and a few empty cases that I forgot to put away. By my door I find my books, stacked in every possible way. On the topmost shelf are the little things I like to collect: My perfumes and key chains all displayed, so I can admire them all as I pass by. My room is where I go when everything else sucks. Here I can collect my thoughts and just drift away. I don’t have to think about my troubles or mistakes, because everything here is the way it should be.
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IN my universe, you're one of the important corners. I'm afraid there aren't a lot of corners to me my universe to let you be one of the million, so literally, you're one in the million.
With astonishing attractive figure physically from head to toe. Along with the fiery expression of your beautiful golden hair, the combination towards beauty is only half way finish. Except, you're a single lady that, to me, went all the way. The features of unexpress-ablely sexy angel to the angelical magnetic inner beauty. Of course, with the tangy devlish spicy character, one can only compliment it with, seductive.
Above all, the fate of our meeting repels all other possible factors of impossibilities, but of course, there are always things that holds a dream back from being overly lucid. The distance...blocked all my fantasies from becoming reality, and therefore, I will always dwell in a corner of the universe, thinking about my universe's corner. In her article about her corner of the universe.
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