If these walls could talk, I'm sure they would give you some interesting stories about me. I'm not sure I would want them to talk though. They might get in the way of everything and anything that happens in this life. I mean they're walls; they know everything that goes on behind closed doors don't they. I don't think I understand how a wall could talk to begin with. They are an inanimate object aren't they.
Maybe they would talk about all the times I've cried out of frustration. Or the times I've been angry but haven't burst out in anger, because it's useless. They could talk about the times I just wanted to sleep all day and do nothing. There are so many things they could talk about if they had the chance. Who would give them the chance to talk though, that's the question.
I don't think I know all of the secrets they know. I doubt that's even possible. They have probably seen and heard so much more than I ever have told them myself. Other people have been in this room; they have had their own events in life. So, I'm sure the walls could talk about them as well. Silly walls doing their thing, whatever that is.
Imagine what they would say though. The things they heard and observed in their time of being walls. Did they see bad things happen? Good things happen? A mix of the two? There's no way to tell exactly what they have observed in their lifetime of being part of a house. There's just no way to tell.
If these walls could talk, I'm sure they would have some interesting stories.
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