MyVisionIsDying

The desk is anything but empty. Soda cans and bottles are carelessly strewn about, avoiding the like a small child actively avoiding bathtime with an expression of reluctance. A backpack, barely used and still carries a look of newness sags lazily against the wall- sitting upon DVDs and books. And a poster, fallen from its home on the wall- curling in on itself, drapes over products of hygiene and self care; two deoderant sticks and hair wax. The desk, though devoid of some care is far from being barely used.

The desk is anything but empty. Soda cans and bottles are carelessly strewn about, avoiding the like a small child actively avoiding bathtime with an expression of reluctance. A backpack, barely used and still carries a look of newness sags lazily against the wall- sitting upon DVDs and books. And a poster, fallen from its home on the wall- curling in on itself, drapes over products of hygiene and self care; two deoderant sticks and hair wax. The desk, though devoid of some care is far from being barely used.