If walls could talk
Witnesses of daily commotion
If walls could talk
would they whisper
my fears
my cries
my insecurities
my mundanities
what I'm waiting for
what I'm looking for?
would they shout
that I'm afraid
loved
overwhelmed
luckier than some
enough?
If walls could talk
would they break loneliness?
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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