"No one else can understand you better than you yourself.” ― Vikrmn, Guru with Guitar

Whilst I sit in my bedroom, my brain blank, in a daze, staring at my desk which is undoubtedly my own organised mess, glancing to my wardrobe where my school shirt sleeve manages to squeeze through the doors to wave 'hello' to me (or to escape the claustrophobia of my clutter within) to my dear old rocking horse Spirit, who will soon celebrate his thirteenth Christmas with me and his tail which is grasping onto him by it's tiny wired threads, I begin to realise that my room expresses my character to a level that even I can't comprehend!

My desk - the mess - showing my fretting, panicking, rushing, stressful streak in my personality when education is on my mind. 

My wardrobe, whilst looking perfectly organised from the outside holds the clutter and disasters of my life inside, bursting, trying to escape, but I manage to keep my guard up and look in perfect condition to the naked eye. 

My Spirit, the creature which fuelled my imagination from the ripe age of 4 and how my imagination still gallops into the horizon when the opportunity is available. He also shows my clingy nature, the need to hold onto the past, the memories of good, simpler times when the only worries I had in life was that Spirit deserved imaginary apples from imaginary trees when he grew 'weary' of my hours of play. 

Even my bunk-beds highlight my sociable nature. The need to have people in my life at any or every opportunity. After all, I do get bored and start hating myself after a few days alone of just me and my brain.

This little room with the wooden blinds which allows the early morning sunrise to stream across my cheeks and to subtly, softly, brush against my eyes to peacefully wake me up, is my little space, my personality in a concrete box. 

This room has seen my bad times and my best times. It has seen my quiet, resolved, mannerly me and my hyper, excitable, ecstatic me. This room is where I can be myself, without judgement.

I feel like I'm over-analysing this, but it was just a fleeting thought I wanted to share but I guess

That's just me!

Nicole PK xx

Just keep smiling! 

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  1. vikrmn.com13 October 2015 at 06:44

    Thank you Nicole for posting this quote from my novel "Guru with Guitar".

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    1. Nicole PK (NPK)13 October 2015 at 09:27

      Thank you for sharing it with us! It encourages self-love and self-worth. I love it!

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  2. vikrmn.com13 October 2015 at 10:17

    Do read about my other quotes from Goodreads from my novels "10 Alone" and "Guru with Guitar". Cheers.

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