composed of basically the same stuff

Shapes in my room. Spending much time in bed due to the disabling effects of depression, I find my eyes staring at these objects very often. I sometimes wind up in trouble by getting obsessive about my house plants. I turn into a helicopter parent and no one wins. I don't keep a lot of things in the room because what does one really need, at the end of the day? Some clothes, some music, some water, some books. I prefer keeping my Stuff at a minimum. At this too, I can grow compulsively aggressive and get rid of things I sort of would've liked to hold on to. That's fine, though. Lessons in every act.