I stare into space within these four walls of mine. What holds my personal belongs. What expresses some of inch of who I am. What keeps my heart entirely part from the rest. These four walls is what I call own space. Where my bed belongs at the time being. The bed that hold the memories of myself. The memories that lingers in my mind. As I lay here and stare into space, I feel that frustration of just wanting to quit. But then same time I can not quit. These four walls that keep me sane when I am wanting to unleash the beast. Where I can pump my music loud without being disturb. Where I can unleash my creativity at the time being. These four walls where I stare into space is what I can call my own until I can have more walls with multiple rooms and tremendous space of my own.