Cluttered table speaks,
tokens of a life lived loud,
calm in chaos found.

Cups of coffee cold,
wine glasses stained by night's touch,
ashtrays hold secrets.

Paint smears on paper,
incense curling through the air,
cameras frozen time.

Books and tickets stacked,
recipes lost in the mess,
pills stillness provide.

He hates the chaos,
but these remnants hold my world,
quiet battles fought.