My mind

When I look around my room I feel as if I am looking into my mind. My computer desk is full of empty boxes and other garbage that I should throw out but can’t bring myself too. Computer games and other treasures are intertwined with garbage so that if I actually started to thrown anything out, I would find something worth finding, and put the garbage back with the jewel now on top. Useful hardware is behind these piles, including my scanner and one of my speakers. The edge of my desk is littered with sticky notes containing ideas that I was about to dispose of, but because of the nature of sticky notes, left them there for later. I have 3 screw drivers on my desk because one is too small, one is broken, and at one point the other had disappeared behind my ever growing piles that represent a genetic problem that will plague me my whole life. For me to be able to express my ideas in writing I have to sort through the junk to find the good stuff. I will rarely dispose of anything, but I will push it off to the side and create working space around it. Then maybe others will be able to see and judge my ideas, and sanity.