Spring Cleaning

Right now, I'm in the middle of a proper cleaning of my room. Which means actually going through the piles of papers, books, artwork and assorted random stuff that gets shoved in boxes and drawers.

And it was as I was doing this rather boring chore that I let my mind start drifting and actually started thinking about everything. The moment I started crying my first reaction was to stop thinking and go back to day-dreaming, but I forced myself not to do that. I figured, if I was cleaning out my room, I might as well do the same to my head.

( Let me explain. )