A room of one’s own | Readers Write

Every evening after dinner, I go to my room for some quiet time. I dream here, I think, I sit around. When I'm unhappy and have no one to talk to, I cry here too. But when I look around my room, I see my history and come to my senses—I'm not a loser, sometimes the world is selfish.

It may not be a perfect room, but for me it's pure, it's healthy. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, the air inside, it's as if they know my hopes, joys, and fears.

I also want to be a creative, imaginative writer, and WAVE is a big part of my inspiration, and I feel reflects my feelings, opinions, my dreams—and the words I haven't written yet.

Put the two together, and you get what these photographs show.