I couldn't help but notice how this is the mess represents a million different aspects of my life right now. I'll point out a few that my camera couldn't catch a distance in a moment. Notice for now the scattered cds: inspiration for the first poem I've composed in months. When things get sad, I write. My time here is ending, and its a little sad. See the granola bar wrapper poking out from under a few cds and the pant leg of my jeans falling of my bed? I haven't had time to make food or do laundry, thanks to the pile of textbooks in the lower right corner. I cut off the main mass of them. The textbook in the center is actually from last year. Don't ask me why I suddenly decided it was important to review my knowledge of Raphael. I probably won't be able to answer you.
The bare foot only attests to my poor photography skills.
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