by TYLYN
Walk with me, my dear, into my mind’s home. As you can see from the petals scattered all over my driveway and yard, my home is the home of a number of humble sakura trees, bare, yet beautiful. Likewise, the clean bonsai serve as a sense of order outside of my mind’s home, the constantly trimmed branches a simplicity in this abode. Stepping into the now-open garage, the layer of dust almost makes you wanna sneeze just looking at it, the handmade shelves and cluttered pieces are clear attempts at true workmanship, despite the pieces’ pitiful appearances.
Taking a quick left into my kitchen, through the doorway, of course, we’re greeted by a buffet, the area littered with flowery red umbrellas, silky to the touch. There’s also the existence of the shoji screens, casting candlelight shadows that sort of set an ominous tone. But the wondrous smells of fried shrimp tempura alongside soothing dark chocolate fosters a sense of peace.
Follow me as we head downstairs, into my favorite place to be, the basement. Now, that might sound strange and creepy, but do hear me out. Let me flick on the lights (Click), ah, that’s much better. This is where my library is. Now, these books aren’t simply your typical novels or nonfiction works. Many of them are actually the stories of the people I’ve come to know in this life, then and now. In fact, my own tales and memories are being formed in that book right over there. I just don’t know how it works.
The other set of stairs, yes, the winding ones, leads up to my bedroom. I tried to décor it so that a simple elegance was maintained, evidenced by my use of scarlet with ivory accents in order to attain that. The yellow, aging scrolls hanging on the walls are my ambitions as a writer. Unfortunately, I remain unsure of where I am truly headed, but that leaves me flexible. So in the meantime, let’s get on with the rest of this tour!
A glance to your right reveals an obsidian bathroom, outlined with gold. Don’t mind the mirrors, just a bit of vanity is all. But they also say that the mirror is the window to the soul… Or was that the eyes? Probably the eyes… Anywho, speaking of mirrors, let’s go to the living room. The part of the all-glass wall is actually the entrance to the backyard, so everything works out there. With such openness, I can watch the young ones play, comforted by the knowledge that their safety can be maintained. I didn’t forget to fence in the backyard, either.
Of course, there’s always the problem of the glass being shattered, but that’s fine. And the whole privacy thing isn’t an issue, since this is the social space. If I wanted to have some privacy, I’d go to my room, since that’s understood to be my little “vacation” place. And I’ll let you in on one last secret, in case you didn’t see, or weren’t sure.
All of my trash cans are hidden by the shadows in the abode of my home. That’s because they’re filled with the fears and insecurities that sometimes plague my mind. I just throw’em away, so that I can keep this ship running smoothly. I’m no optimist, but how else am I gonna be able to help others if I can’t deal with my own troubles? Simply cleaning it up is all I can really do.
I think that’s it for the tour of my mind’s estate, for the most part. Do enjoy the rest of your day, and make sure to visit from time to time!
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