Out of all the drawers in my room, there’s one that’s the most meaningful to me.
It’s called my “junk drawer”
Ironically, the drawer doesn’t actually contain any “junk”
It’s a collection of objects without any categories.
My “junk drawer” isn’t private
but I wouldn’t be so happy if someone opened it and went through it.
It has everything from embarrassing pictures of my friends and me
to my inhaler.
It may seem unorganized to others
but for me it helps me stay organized.
It’s also a drawer filled with a lot of different emotions.
Filled with funny, sad, and boring moments.
The top layer of the “junk drawer” will be filled with the most recent stories I have.
However, as you “peel off” the layers, you’ll eventually be left with
I don’t actually know.
The bottom layer is a “junk drawer” are a blur to me.
But I know they will tell great stories.