The bedside drawer is filled with random things, from my broken watch to old credit card receipts-paper hearts I cut out for a card and articles I tore off from magazines.
The bedside drawer is messy and full yet can hold a few thousand more moments and little smiles and tears.
The bedside drawer resembles my mind and heart, which is filled with memories and incomplete poems, regrets and guilt I couldn't let go. I hold on to people, give them a little part of myself and keep a bigger part of them in my heart.
The bedside drawer is a simple piece of wood with chaos laying in it.