The Lonely Wall

She stood quietly...observing. She was only a mere shadow a wall flower. She would stand quietly pressed up against that lonely brick wall every single night. During the day beautiful girls would come and sit by the wall, or talk, it was a place of socialization, a place of harmony, and a place of laughter. They would all congregate and would laugh together giggling and telling secrets from when the sun came up until the sun went down. It was a custom I suppose to go and sit by the wall. It held so many memories and so many hours of precious time devoured in moments sitting laughing and pouring out your heart in front of the wall. I to had always gone to the wall, I would stand alone in simple silence, feeling my heart beat bounce off of the rust colored bricks. It was a place I could stand a place I could think. I would escape to the wall for simple moments of solitude. I stood alone from all the rest. I would come to the wall and I would sit alone and think pressing deeply into my innermost soul. I would come every night I was determined to be with the wall. I craved to sit at the wall. Most of the people only came to the wall when they want to. If they were in trouble they could get advice from the multitudes which sat at the base of the wall. All of them were willing to help but none of them had the right advice. I came to the wall rain or shine, whether it was cold or blisteringly hot. I had a desire which could only be attained by sitting on the side walk pressed up against the wall. I had always sat alone in the quiet it was the only time where I could escape the horrors of my day or share the joys of my life. No one could understand quite like the wall. You see so many poured there hearts over the wall trying to fix themselves and there friends but no one came simply to see the wall. During the day it was covered in bodies telling there troubles to anyone who would listen. It was crowded and hot from all of the people struggling to have there problems solved and there needs met. But at night it was a different story. There were wild roses which stretched through the cracks in the side walk and reached to the highest points of the wall. During the night the wall would tell the stories and I would simply sit in it's peace and listen to the wisdom of the lonely wall.
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