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.

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