My room 2.0 :)
when I was young, I had everything. Life was good to me, I had colorful things, a place for myself, time to grow, time to flow, I had ideas, I had so much room to create, to meet people, to laugh, to live, to step forward, to fail and learn, to try, to change to buy, to eat, to make. Money was no thing I craved, I bought a lot, the things I wanted were always poosible to really change, to buy, to take, to share. My heart was unbroken,my body was strong, my mind, my spirrit was ready to be filled by life but still everything I had so much less than now, after I lost, after I didn’t only feared the dark but got pulled into it, after I broke down, after I destroyed, gave away, failed, did harm, got hurt, did things I used to be ashamed of, I used to shame, after I had and was less and less almost “nothing” I began to be something, I started to be alive and now, even when things get hard,when things go wrong, when I lose, when I am weak, I somehow have all the things that money cant buy and eyes can’t see, the things that were missing when my room was warm, my friends were around, my clothes were new, and my possibilitys right in front of me... and now everything I will earn, everyting I will get in life, will have a worth I couldn’t messure before
