Is my bedroom.
It has seen me cry, cut myself apart with nasty words, write in my journal, text, create art, trash it, clean it, relax, sleep, and of course, read. And do math homework. On my bed.
My mind....
Although sometimes I don't feel like my mind is always a safe place, I know that everything that comes from that is usually an original idea. Like for art. My mind is my place for inspiration when I can't find one.
The office of my house:
It has the computer that comforts me.
The carpet I've stained multiple times with paint.
My paints and things all over the counters.
My bible open on the desk.
It's safe.
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