last night was a night full of surprises;
i retreat back to the wall,
and was surprised to see the writings that i wrote on it,
that section was still intact.
i made stride to it,
and there was a girl standing beside it, holding roses.
we exchanged greetings, and on that spot we shared a cup of tea.
while threading carefully on what were scribbled on that wall.
she talked and talked, while gleefully sipping the hot tea;
and there i was, listening attentively to every words being said.
regardless of hearing the same thing over and over again.
truly, i was mesmerized with her presence.
and i was comfortable over there.
then she asked,
wouldn't it be nice if we could have someone whom we can have good conversation with?
and why were you so quiet tonight?
so i told her, i have loads to say to her,
it's just that i'm afraid i might say stupid things,
and i was comfortable listening to her stories.
then, when the owl hoots, and the clock strikes midnite;
it was time to go home.
then i told her,
this wall has a special place in my heart.
i never know what's beyond it,
since it collapsed after i scribbled those words.
words meant for whoever lives at the other side.
somehow or rather, this wall is one precious thing to me,
and i will always hold it dear.
for i do not know,
and i tend to speculate and assume,
how the owner of the wall would feel and react,
to those words.
words that flowed from my heart.
she didn't say anything,
so we bid goodbye.
and each took their own path.
few steps away,
i stopped over,
and turned my head back to the wall,
hoping to catch a glimpse of that girl and where she's heading.
there she was.
walking on the other side of the wall.
