Literally, under my bed there are 2 cubbies. One for my brother, and one for me. His is filled with toys and other stuff that I don't even know how it got there. In mine, there's a box of complete lego units, CD's, shoe boxes, and other junk.
On a deeper level, I guess you could say that there's a lot under my bed. I guess you can say that's where I put all my emotion when I have to put it aside for other people. I don't mind putting it there. It's pretty funny because sometimes, if i put something in there, I find it like months later and laugh at what happened. Other times, I keep wanting to pull something out, but I can't. I just have to leave it there and wait for the right time to pull it out.
I guess that's what's under my bed. All my emotions. The ones that I have to put away so that I can tend to others first. Before, it used to be really full. now, it's not so much. But before, those emotions were more quantity than quality. Now it's different. Though not a lot may be under my bed, the stuff that is in there is something that means a lot to me. I guess you can say my deeper emotions.
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