80 sparkling stars,
colors that range from orange, pink, blue, purple, and green.
There are so many things unseen.
Pins that collide with each other.
Hilarious remarks, band quotes, and green luck.
Post notes stacked on top of each other,
topped on by a Hard Rock Cafe bracelet.
A watch that stands all alone.
Time is all it has.
A sketch book containing drawings of many variations.
Elves, Indians, Princess Leia, and Wiccan.
A pencil rests on top, pointing Northwest, it never stops.
Music spreads all around,
notes, scales, trebles, clefs, and two instruments cast off to the side.
Cd's, its player, music of various sorts, cast off.
Chess, the overwhelming-seductive-melodramatic-hyperactive game
sits and stares off into the world.
The wine glass rests on top of the shelf,
dominating the room with its superior glance.
Books are scattered around, filling the room with knowledge.
Stuffed animals that remind a person of one's childhood are askew.
A girl's body of 15 lies in the middle of the mess.
Crimson liquid flows from the back, tears that are unable to stay on her face.
