Friday, December 28, 2007
On The Lack Of Space And Want Of ... Air
I enter the room and it feels so stuffy. I have an ordinary, proportionately-sized flat for 4. But due to the lack of space perhaps, we don't have a storeroom, and I feel this chiefly in my room - a square, 2 beds (my sister's and mine), cupboard, one small bedside table, and boxes which fill the whole length of the bed on the floor.
One of the boxes contains my books and I feel it an insult to lie above books, for they should be respected, and be seen! But then again, there's just not enough space for them but under the bed. There's a whole corner stuffed with contents I have absolutely no idea about ever since moving into this flat, and how long has it been? About a decade soon! My mum has no qualms of them being a sight for sore eyes for it seems to be my qualm mainly. It just looks sooooooo cluttered! Like I can't feel any air stirring around the room.
I loved living in the square, well a rectangle actually, when I was at sea. My cabin, probably about 85% of my living room was just perfect for me to stretch my legs and fill the shelves with books.
I guess what I'm saying is that I wanna feel... free, uncluttered, able to move around freely and smell the fresh air when I open the portholes. It just seem so endless when I see far out to the horizon, nothing but an expanse of vast ocean, and the colour of the sky telling the state of the day. I can move with ease and stretch at will, knowing that I am 'unbridled', the air circulating freely, and my books in plain view.
This is the kinda room I wanna return to. Guess it comes down to the freedom when owning your own room, and I like mine with a view.
2:46 PM
