As I enter the room, exhausted, tired, and angry, I see the bed. The bed that was always there waiting for me when i get home, the bed that I have been with for ages, the bed that was my comfort. That bed was in my room. My room is that special place where I can be who I am...well not really it's the place where I'm trying to figure out who I am, who I am really.
My room is the place I have to find out who I really am because of those special memories I have had in that room. The smooth pictures on that blank wall of my family members, friends, and me determine who I possibly am by the way I act around them. Take the wall as an example of me. The wall represents me blank not knowing what makes me stand out from others but as soon as those pictures go on the wall it makes it stand out. Just like me when I have those special memories in my mind it brings out the best of me.
My room is the place where I can reflect on my life and what I have been through life to get where I am now. It's where I can talk to God about anything and everything. I tell him what I'm going through and its just me and him but I still don't know what his voice sounds like so I don't know if he really hears me talking to him. It's where I can talk about my problems in life.
My room looks like exactly a room, four white walls with items on the wall and furniture. I think of my room as a journey. It's like when I enter my room I'm looking at who I am between what I have in my room to what is in it. It comforts me through my rough nights between family fights with my dad, friends. or just one of those nights where I just want to be alone. I once read a quote that said It is good to feel lost... because it proves you have a navigational sense of where "Home" is. You know that a place that feels like being found exists. And maybe your current location isn't that place but, Hallelujah, that unsettled, uneasy feeling of lost-ness just brought you closer to it. ~Erika Harris It's where I can't be judged by anyone, in my room. I feel as if I'm in my own world, the world of discovering who I am.
My room is the place I have to find out who I really am because of those special memories I have had in that room. The smooth pictures on that blank wall of my family members, friends, and me determine who I possibly am by the way I act around them. Take the wall as an example of me. The wall represents me blank not knowing what makes me stand out from others but as soon as those pictures go on the wall it makes it stand out. Just like me when I have those special memories in my mind it brings out the best of me.
My room is the place where I can reflect on my life and what I have been through life to get where I am now. It's where I can talk to God about anything and everything. I tell him what I'm going through and its just me and him but I still don't know what his voice sounds like so I don't know if he really hears me talking to him. It's where I can talk about my problems in life.
My room looks like exactly a room, four white walls with items on the wall and furniture. I think of my room as a journey. It's like when I enter my room I'm looking at who I am between what I have in my room to what is in it. It comforts me through my rough nights between family fights with my dad, friends. or just one of those nights where I just want to be alone. I once read a quote that said It is good to feel lost... because it proves you have a navigational sense of where "Home" is. You know that a place that feels like being found exists. And maybe your current location isn't that place but, Hallelujah, that unsettled, uneasy feeling of lost-ness just brought you closer to it. ~Erika Harris It's where I can't be judged by anyone, in my room. I feel as if I'm in my own world, the world of discovering who I am.
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