I entered the room with full, burdened arms
Choosing a quiet, empty chair in the back
Before me are the chairs of two of my friends
One desk bears eclectic colors
Pink, purple, green, gold,
Colored pens, organized papers,
Neon notebooks and a plastic water bottle
All neat, fun and bright
The other desk bears a dark aura
Binders the colors of blood and bones
Papers haphazardly tossed inside
A Stephen King novel graces the pile,
A single black pen closed in the spine
The desks were separated by two feet
And looked similar when empty
But seemed to different to interact
The door bursts open to fierce laughter;
The owners of the items emerge,
One in bright stripes, the other all black.
They giggle and sit together,
Pushing their desks together to bridge the gap.
They grin wildly, removing their items
That once covered their doodle-bearing desks
They turn around to tell me their story,
And I remove my own items,
Bridging the previous gap.
Now, look down at your own desk.
What do you see?