I love my room,

and that is the root of all my troubles!

I love my small tiny space because its just rightly snug and comfy. Everything is within my reach and I dont have to worry about weird creatures lurking around.

I love my Ikea lamp, a present from me sisters. Its gorgeous orange light just puts me at ease when I choose to retreat.

I love my black mounting board where I pin up delicate memories so they remain just as they are, preserved.

I love my yellow water jug with painted white flowers, cos it gives me incentive to drink more water.

I love my beige curtains with tiny red hearts cos it turns the room to a lil cottage.

I love my ever changing bedsheets, each one for a different mood.

I even love my tranparent wardrobe with no doors or walls cos my colourful clothes become an every changing painting.

I love my aircond, though it freezes my toes.

AND THAT is the root of all my problems!

I really really really really gotta finish my part of the research paper if I am to survive the week.

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

~Falling Slowly~