Connected Spaces

I miss my old room it was nice being in a small space at least i could call it mine mine mine mine mine mine putting my arms straight out i could touch each wall, ghost my fingers over the fresh gray paint and random posters and string lights and photos of my friends and the twin size bed i slept on till i was too old A Room For A 14 Year Old. staged for a 5 year old who loved pink and frilly toys it didnt feel like mine but it was the walls echo’d with phone calls till 4 am the projector on the popcorn ceiling when i pulled my first all nighter door to my life open for all to see, in that tiny twin room the slanted roof didnt help with its expansion in my mind claustrophobic as it was, it was mine.