The title quite literally means my room. I saw this 'prompt' or whatever I should call it on 'the playground' and thought of continuing.
So, my room. I did never realize how my room says a lot about me.
Like, looking at my 'laundary chair' (yeah, that's her name) piled up with dirty jeans and week old socks and flannels that I never bothered to put out for washing reminds me how my mind just like my laundry chair is oh so forever piled up with old happenings that're slowly rotting. I realise now how I hold up on to things that I should've let go way too before. How I think about them over and over again until my mind is so exhausted that it shifts its attention momentarily just to get back there again. That's something I hate in me. And maybe, maybe if I clean that laundry chair up I'll be a better person.
Then comes my study table, always and always covered in messed up unmanaged notes that I never am able to find at the times of need. Just like my words. They somehow manage to escape into some black hole no Einstein on earth can ever think they exist.
The walls painted blue. Just like the walls I've built around myself and carry 'em everywhere the walls of my room too are blue.
Cupboard. Just as clueless as me. I never ever ever can find a matching tee to my shorts 'cause they're never folded. No matter who tries to force me into cleaning it up, it would be back in it's clueless state in a week or so.
Fun Fact: I once lost the laptop's charger only to find it below the table!!
(no there was no plug where I could've plugged it and forgotten)
My favourite place in my room is my window. It looks down to literally nothing. It's the backside of the apartment with a park (small and lonely like me) below it. There's a tree there. It's naked almost all year except in late February and early march when it is so full of mahagony coloured leaves. I don't know what tree it is but that's my favourite one. When I stare out the window it's in my direct view standing tall and alone with full pride regardless of it's fruitless nature. I'm thinking of sketching it sometime.
Then there's one more tree, it's branches almost terminates near my window and a squirrel would always come at me window sill to eat the bread crumbs I usually put there to call her. I recorded her once, leaving my cam. on record I left for my lunch. She came, ate some crumbs and went and later when I came back she had her friends with her.
But, recently the other people living in my flat got the tree shaved and she had no way to reach my window. I haven't seen her in a long time now.
Right now, I'm in some hostel's room.(and no, I don't stay at a boarding school, I'm here for some sort of programme attending nonsense seminars.) and I'm missingy room more than the WiFi at my home. That's it, I'll end here and yeah I miss my tree too. It's almost as if it's the part of my room.