Do Mind the Wet Paint

My mind is a very active place. Like for all people, the number of its rooms is limitless, for the mind travels to many places as well as traveling via novels and movies, so those rooms are ever-changing. They are decorated automatically. You need not lift a finger to decorate them! One room different from the ever-changing ones is my attic. Perhaps for unluckier souls this room could be a basement or a dungeon! In my attic are mostly memories which, for me, are beautifully colored. Nostalgia floods its very broad expanse and drips into every nook and cranny. The main room of my mind is the living room. This is like the living room of my friends' minds, the common room where our thinking dictates what lies inside it and how those thoughts are perceived by others. I like to think my living room is unique, but also I know it's filled with too much clutter! The room most interesting of all my rooms would be the room of my imagination. In this room are thousands upon thousands of closets, cabinets, and shelves, and inside each one are different pieces of my imagination! Each cabinet is organized by type. Some are surreal in color or vivid technicolor! Those pieces are my dreams. My fantasies are closeted. The ones made manifest on paper or computer are sitting out on shelves! All the ones which can be seen are those I call my poems or stories. Most are not dark in color but are bright or multi-colored. I decorate the room of my imagination often. You may come and see my new shelves at any time! Do mind the wet paint. I'm never finished adding to that room! Feb. 26, 2018 (my only free verse for this year so far!) Inspired by another contest but too long for that one. For John Hamilton's Best Free Verse of 2018 Contest