The room is littered to the brim with crumpled up pages of rejected drawings. The light purple shade of the walls illuminates when the sun touches it just right, its body decorated with drawings and posters of anime and frozen memories stuck in time where things were happy. The bed sat at the side of the wall, away from the door. The blanket was thick and warm, its rich crimson color was speckled with a few dots of acrylic paint. The oak wooden closet sits beside the door, its doors left slightly ajar, cotton clothes peeking out to see the world.
The wooden black desk faces the window. Nearby the room's window were the tips of trees, a way to catch the seasons change in real time. From the bare wands of the wintry days, to the promise of spring buds and green leaves of the summertime awaiting their golden days. The rest of the room was simply the room. The room as whole was tidy enough to show that the owner cared about the space and just messy enough to show that they were able to let their creativity roam free. It was their goldilocks zone perfect for how they were.
A silver laptop sits a top of the desk. A word document left open, the black cursor blinks at the end of an unfinished story. A somber melody emitting around the room, one of heartache. The three column drawers were attached to the left corner of it filled with letters that was once treasured now just a thing that needed to be thrown out.
The wall beside it holds a four layered shelf decorated with golden trophies and award ribbons. Underneath was a sleek black traditional piano. Its ivory keys worn out but in pristine condition. Without a doubt, it must have been loved dearly.
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Essay Scrap Book!
AcakThis is just a collection of essays and short write ups I had to do for school :')
