by Faye Lewis

Created on: June 23, 2009

Clustered, cluttered creation.

Decorated disaster.

Perfect, pretty pandemonium.

Super hero obsession, sparkling christmas lights dangling, and a chubby ball of kitten fuzz with the most curious blue irises.

A glistening chandeler made of faux glass, an endlessly rowdy celing fan, and an illuminating computer screen constantly blinding.
The latest upbeat remixes vibrate in my eardrums...

Maple dresser pregnant with mangled, disheveled laundry that somehow manages to hold more on the outside serfice than within the drawers, make-shift vanity conquering the right wall, and a set of katanas harboring aged necklaces.

Clothes strewn about, glow-in-the-dark dinosaur, a spectacular collection of glass bottles and a neglected stero accumulating dust.

Elaborate, spray painted border surrounding a looking glass that swallows whatever it sees instantaneously, beanie babies that could never even come close to comparing to the real thing, and unframed photographs tacked haphazardly about the annoyingly white walls.

Beaded lamps adorned with unworn hats and mismatched earrings go untouched, book shelf crammed to the brim with literature begging to be read, and a wrought iron twin that swallows only a smidgen of this spacious masterpiece.

Hundreds of my little nothings create one huge something-My little haven. A portrayal of the inner self I rarely provide, scarcely offer to strangers...Even to close ones. Each little pointless trinket reflecting a glimmer of the person I've become.

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