Walls

If walls could talk with everything they could share and the lives they could potently ruin. Walls hear everything that people don’t hear. The laughter with friends and family and all the inside jokes they know. Walls have heard all the reasons behind every tear even if they aren’t spoken. When we speak we don’t think about the walls hearing everything we say and the repercussions that it could lead if your words were to be heard by anyone else. We don’t think of who we could hurt if our words would hit their ears. The hours of everyone talking to themselves because the walls are the only thing around that is uncountable. The walls aren’t the only things that know things that no one wants them to know and some they do. The floors also know who has been walking on them that aren’t even supposed to be there no matter how light or heavy the footsteps are. Floors also know every time someone has tiptoed across it sneaking in way past curfew. They have felt every ounce of someone’s weight when they fall no matter the reason. They have soaked up every spill not cleaned up, felt every tear no matter how cold and endured weather, normal wear and tear and the feeling of being rebuilt. The floors have opened up to hidden treasures and have hidden secretes. Beneath the floor and underneath the walls is the one area that holds all the deep dark secrets the ones most don’t want to talk about and doesn’t want anyone to know. It is most generally the darkest room of the house and the most mysteries. The basement and it is kind of like someone’s soul. The only light that may enter is when it is let in but otherwise it is dark and no two are every the same. Walls, floors, and the basement can hear what you don’t want them to hear, they feel what you don’t think they can, and they also see everything including the things that you don’t want them too. They see all the joy and all the pain that comes from living and even knows the secretes that will be kept before anyone else.