Untouched

My old room Left . Perfectly preserved. Nothing touched. Nothing ruined. Nothing..corrupted. They say the room reflects the mind. I Seem to find that ironic. Because just like me. That room is only good for something when you need it. For instance, you grab something off the wall , Piece By Piece By Piece I'm making that old , perfectly innocent , uncorrupted, nostalgic room. Turn into a shell. Just. Like. Me.