Silver and Gold

It is bright yellow on the outside, and it's almost radiating with light, or at least the part that everyone sees.

Lots of people think it is clean, all put together, like a nice bookshelf with books that are perfectly placed. 

There are peonies on the outside blossoming, but not everyone can see them you have to have the right sunglasses on to see them.

When you walk in, the entry way is welcoming, a light blue hue covers the tall walls, there is a huge picture hanging on the wall that states personal affirmations. For those are key. As you walk through the entry towards the middle of the house you see light.

On the left you see a dark hallway, it is very skinny, and it can only fit one person. As you go down the hallway you see a few rooms. The rooms hold experiences. You don't really want to walk in because the walls are grey and it makes you feel sad. 

You leave the hallway with a better sense of mind. Without the darkness the light wouldn't be as bright. Looking at the open floor plan bright doors all around, as you go closer to the door on the right a smile spreads across your face. For this memory includes you. there are many more doors appearing all over the place and a spiral staircase leads to more and more doors. Some doors are less bright but there is always the option to turn the brightness up, otherwise called optimism.

Family photos cover the walls.

A whole room dedicated to friends. 

The room where all positive complements are kept.

At the top of the spiral staircase has silver chains on it with a gold lock. The door has a fogged glass window so you can barely see what's inside, there is white walls, naive was written and crossed out on the chalk board. This room is fragile. You can tell whoever has the key to this room has the key to her heart. When you reach in your pocket you find a key. It fits the lock perfectly. 

You are now inside my head. It won't make much sense to you but it does to me. This kid in my math class said that I had it all together, that's not true. I have bad days every other day. And when I do I make it a point to listen to "not my day" by Keith James  

Sincerely, Paislee Jane