Ahhh so many memories…

I’ve had my room for eight years now, and boy, if only walls could talk. There would be so many stories. Happy ones, sad ones and emotional ones.
My room is my sanctuary from the outside world. From greif… from sorrow… from hatred… from just about anything. I wake up every morning to sweet rock n roll playing on the radio, and go to sleep thinking about my next move, and what the future may have in store for me. I post alot of random things on my posterboard above my desk. Inside jokes, things to remember, things i can laugh at, things that define me, and things that bring back good memories. My room is completely blue. The bed, the walls, my desk, most of my clothes, my iPod holder and my radio. All blue. Even my eyes are blue. The color defines me in almost every aspect. I love it. My favorite song is Blue by Eiffel 65.
My room holds alot of memories, and i’d love it if walls could talk.