my room

Big Ben looks over me on the right

everyday the strings take flight

there are lines that are dead

there are pens that are blue, green, and red

kind words and feelings surround me in the front

papers and markers that send me on the hunt

there are memories that are recorded

there is digital news reported

I create my image on the left

miscellaneous things are always kept

there are bags that I always had

there is a printer that's really rad

lovely treasures and memories behind me

friends and ideas that will never fail to illuminate me

this, is my room.