|An actual shelf in my house...pretty representative of the rest of them!|
I thrive on the pandemonium
That reigns in my house:
Myriad stacks of paper
On every horizontal surface;
A filing system that makes sense
Only when twice translated
Into alien tongues;
Bookshelves filled by whim,
Arbitrary and capricious at best.
Structure and systematic organization stifle me,
Prison bars holding my inner artist hostage.
I draw inspiration from the randomness,
A vision with a slightly skewed perspective,
Creativity springing from chaos.