when i was in kindergarten, i went to a catholic school. they taught me the essentials of christianity, all the kindess and giving that christians advertise, since i was too young for the weird sex stuff and homophobia. they told me whenever i needed to talk to god, i could go inside my heart. i imagined a room inside my heart, pink and red. heart shaped bed, lots of stuffies. heart shaped mirror, heart shaped chairs and tables. it was a very literal interpretation, but i lost myself while we were praying imagining this room. a room where i was all by myself and loved, somehow.
12 years later this is my online interpretation of that room. it was never an inherently religious thing for me, so i still like to think there's a secret room inside my heart when i'm sad.