i could never fathom You at all.

i'm currently in the process of organizing/gutting my entire room and all of its contents. i'm finding a lot of stupid things that i can not believe i'm cluttering my room with, and a lot of things that i'm so glad i held on to.

here's some photos of my progress:

exhibit A - everything strewn across my floor, and a tiny clothes pile in the background.

exhibit B - my beautifully colour-organized bookshelf! getting to the bottom-most shelves for journals, magazines +such.

[ i don't want to fit You in my pocket; cause You are brighter than the sun. ]