"My room is a museum of my heart,
filled with books and dried flowers,
teapots and mountains of pillows,
musty air thick with incense and imperceptible heartbeats.
A sanctuary of springs creativity and autumns fragility,
it is the in-between of seasons."
Here is a look at my room, the place I spend at least 70% of my time if not more. I've drafted at least 3 versions of this post over the past 4 months but never felt like it was ready. I finally have found a state of satisfaction with my interior choices within this small and awkward dorm room. In order to create I must surround myself with inspiring things, otherwise I feel like I'm suffocating.