My Box

There’s something soothing about your my room, beyond the fact that it provides me a warm bed to sleep in.  In my room I am me.  I am safe from the world outside.

In these four walls there are no limitations to what I can think, say, or do. 

It is the one room in the house that I can label fairly.  The colors splayed upon them are a reflection of the person I am. 

The music that blasts from these speakers send me to a world that only I understand. 

This keyboard has been tapped with my fingers, and mine alone.

These books I’ve read and explored with my own emotions.

There’s a comfort in knowing that you have something that no one else can lay claim to.

A place where you can be just you.