Sixteen - Little More than Assertive

(Current Time: 9:47 Am, 2nd Blk)

(Current Sounds: 'Storm' by Yoshida Brothers)

Musings and Some Writing:

In these last two days, I cleaned up my room.

*insert silence here*

... okay, let me start again.

In these last two days, I cleaned up a STORM of a room (hence the sound I'm currrently listening to. Damn you, Yoshida Brothers.)

My room was typically the remnants of some dusty desert civilization, that I recall, was something I thought at the time was a good place to sleep and stay.

.... until I saw the number of dust mites and cobwebs Mom and me vacumned up. OH GOOD GOD. I COULD'VE MADE A MINI EIFFEL OF PARIS WITH ALL THAT DUST.

Typically, I shouldn't note down what disgusting things I found both behind, under and around my bed (its even too explicit for me to describe at the moment). But instead, I'll make a list poem about what I discovered in the room I THOUGHT was clean...

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Erasables

Old drawings, some I figured should've been scrapped, some that I knew were the inspiration I wanted and craved that time.

Hair elastics, multicolored and monochrome mixed, all of which won't even go around my thin bob of hair.

Japanimation posters, one man of the sea, one with two warrior men I lost interest with a long time ago, and one who's lost soul I should try to watch again later.

Sunglasses, scattered in their lilac, scarlet and sunrise hues, instead they find a home in one of my shoeboxes.

Encyclopedias, the hard bound mahogany covers that were so outdated I could've sworn even my mom and dad weren't born before this series was written.

Bracelets, one I bought at that California dollar store, one I picked up at a lone harbor, and one I swear I was given by a boy who doesn't remember me anymore.

One Japanese-written poster, inscribed with a message about peaceful resolutions. I should hang it when the room is done so I could be welcomed by its gentle presence. 

Notebooks, these two hold what I was three years ago--and I flip them in order to truly know I've moved on from what I didn't want to be before.

A case of sais, double weapons I received last year from a mentor I might not see because of burnt bridges.

Two lip glosses, one tasting of dead whipped cream, the other still fresh of strawberry shortcake

Miniature cars, orange, white and blue, holding a childhood of tomboyish desires and forgotten beliefs.

A teddy bear who's name was Hiryu, who I accidentally dropped underneath my bed and got my heart all a-strung for two nights until I realized I could've just cleaned my room to save my red-scarfed friend.

-kiwi