The Status Of A Bedroom

parisinwonderland7

A funny thing I just noticed...

My bedroom always reflects my current status.

I spend the majority of my life in my bedroom, hiding away from the whispers and the eyes.

Let's say everything is relatively calm in my life; my bedroom will be organised...tidy.

The comforts of an unmade bed and cup of tea on the night stand don't go unnoticed.

If I'm feeling extremely motivated, once in a blue moon, my room will be clinically clean.

Not a cushion out of place. Not a book out of line.

Nothing comfy about this but nothing wrong with it.

However, when my life is on a descending dip of despair my room becomes the mirror image of the black hole 

mess that is my brain and soul.

The stale remains of the food I tried to seek comfort in lay on the floor.

The same floor that has literally disappeared beneath my feet. Becoming an obstacle course 

of dirty laundry.

These are the ditchings of objects I throw as I come in from one reckless night and head out for the next.

Until I stop going out.

This is when I throw everything off my bed and fight for comfort.

whilst I wallow in my self pity and stare at the shit that is my life.

Until my status changes once again.

  • Author: parisinwonderland7 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2017 20:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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