I don't know if it's the ocean or if it's the sun keeping me up, or if it's a complication of both or I am just choosing to blame either.

My room is about as cluttered as my head has been, and for about as long, too. I'm starting to believe sorting the stacks of paper on the floor could help sort my headstate as well.

I once was in a tidier room, not my room, watching a TV show about someone exploring some island, from their perspective. It was like a travel guide for the island, from the perspective of someone living the most fulfilling day on it. There was something sublimely fulfilling about watching this show.

I used to bike past this set of townhouses to and from school, and I could just peek into the windows of the rooms if the blinds were open. There was one room that had a huge poster, like the Supreme Poster of All Posters, on the wall of the room just besides the window, and above a bed. It was just an open ocean and endless sky. Just a big blue poster. It really left me in awe.

I really want to escape, into an endless blue like that.