my room is a mess

a totem of Zambian souvenir, a Bonnie softie, Baygon (unreadable script)

two brown reindeer with green bow-ties, a Happy Birthday mug that I cannot drink coffee from,

a Canon LiDE 110 - only piece of luxury-technology I own that is actually useful,

a handmade basket by my grandfather (his work is far better than those of the Fair Trade stuff...seriously he should get paid!),

a Red, huge, card with a fairy on it, holding two black lollipops and eight patterned hearts,

a bar of Cardbury Dairy Milk,

my Moleskin that remains untouched and has collected dust,

'sneeze', 'sneeze',

more 'sneeze',

earmuffs (do not ask me where I got those from but all I can say it, its a gift from two of my closest friends and I do not care if no one wears them around this part of the world)

a pen torch light that my mother was so fascinated with,

five bags (seriously)

four empty water bottles,

a Finnish flag,

three photo frames and one Cambridge dictionary,

a notice-board that reminds me of memories strung together haphazardly,

sketch pens and clay strewn about,

a green file, a black file, a red file, a gray file, an orange file, a blue file, a dark green file, another black file,

papers,

books

mirror that has my brother's name written on it,

and the frames are moth-eaten,

a tube-light that still works but somehow I thought it did not and all that,

a printer that no longer prints,

a ceiling that is lower than the average height, just like me,

a window that shows it is already too late and way too early to sleep or wake!!!