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i knocked on your door and entered your room, the first thing i noticed was the way the sunlight filtered in through your window and the photographs you put on your wall *were these pictures of the people you loved? the places you wanted to see?* i almost stumbled trying to avoid the books scattered on your floor you said it was alright, they didn't matter to you anyway i looked around and found that you tried to fill every blank space of your walls with maps, posters, notes, reminders— did they give you company whenever you felt lonely? the stereo in the corner was blasting tunes from the 90s and i saw the way you hung your favorite jacket on your chair and the way your desk had piles of papers and little snowglobes, your reading light hung right above where your head would be when you slept, your wardrobe was a mess spitting your favorite hand-me-down's, i wanted to get to know you more and that's when i knew i was on holy ground, treading upon a world i suppose not everyone sees... thank you for letting me in.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
a bedroom of holy ground
i knocked on your door and entered your room, the first thing i noticed was the way the sunlight filtered in through your window and the photographs you put on your wall *were these pictures of the people you loved? the places you wanted to see?* i almost stumbled trying to avoid the books scattered on your floor you said it was alright, they didn't matter to you anyway i looked around and found that you tried to fill every blank space of your walls with maps, posters, notes, reminders— did they give you company whenever you felt lonely? the stereo in the corner was blasting tunes from the 90s and i saw the way you hung your favorite jacket on your chair and the way your desk had piles of papers and little snowglobes, your reading light hung right above where your head would be when you slept, your wardrobe was a mess spitting your favorite hand-me-down's, i wanted to get to know you more and that's when i knew i was on holy ground, treading upon a world i suppose not everyone sees... thank you for letting me in.
when you enter a room, take it as entering an entire world. you learn a lot about a person by seeing their room.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
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