Going through my stuff I had packed in storage. I feel it represents everything about my life. Several toys from playing with my twin brother, medals and achievements, and miscellaneous junk that was hastily thrown in boxes. Oh there are tons of books to top all these. Honestly, at one point these things all meant one thing or another at one point in my life but some not so much. I worry at times of being just packed away or shoved away in a box. Figuratively speaking.
Edit: but enough of me complaining about life. If anyone wants commission
