Published on 14 March 2023 at 17:55

her room is gold

my room is blue


her everything is old

my something is new


her room is so intentional

every object holds a specific purpose

cherishing a fond memory

stabilized that nothing could alter it


my room is a place of habit

a space for exploration,

to build upon

her ‘what already was’


to her,

my room is incomplete

to me,

it’s a story that has yet to unfold


our rooms

do not

make us

who we are



it is how we occupy them


that says plenty


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