stickers and polaroids

my room is unkempt.

day-old uneaten toast and tissues

and bits of paper and rice bowls

litter my desk.

laundry dresses the floor

shirts and socks and sweaters

laid out, waiting to be worn

drowning in dust.

The walls are covered

with posters and paper

and stickers and everything else.

the wall seems full, yet

I still will find room to fit more.

My shelves are full to the brim

with trinkets and odd collections,

some were gifted by others some found

but there is still enough space to fill;

evidenced by the IKEA receipt on the dinner table.

I drink all of it in every day, 

like water at midnight,

relishing in the beauty of the evidence I have lived.