Here's to the four walls I have scribbled and scrawled till my thoughts run out
Here's to the hoarder masquerading as a collector saying that this is her vision!
Not that's she's comforted by cattywampus clutter and precarious precision
Not that her cat has to zigzag through tangles of tinsle and talisman treasures
Dripping nostalgic with nonsense
Dust fermenting on teapots galore
Mismatched and abstract not alphbatised
Tripping on the jigsaw of chaos-core my eyes explore more
There's swarms of colour where I feel safe
'Create don't consume'
I tell myself when the weight of bordem hits
So fill your room with the shades you desire
Let's creativity flow around you and swallow you whole
Spit you out possessed by mess and
Possessions moph into piles
Trophies of trash  magpied from moments I want to preserve ,So sticky with sentiment swerved from untangling hands
Collected like a rainbow I raised and made my sanctuary
Since the days when I was cherryade and bubblegum
Times I've been lost to the world ready to wriggle Into my corner of it
Safe and saved and not ready to grow up just yet
So I cling to the things that don't let me forget