Bloody Walls

Written Walls

Once when I was in the Mushroom room, I chose a difrent book than usual. Instead of the picture books, I chose one on the higher shelves.

When I handed it to you, you looked surprised. I think it was because there were no pictures in it. But after staring at it for a few moments, you started reading it anyway.

It went like this,

"A collection of poems, sined the King of Clubs.

I wonder what you see my dear, when you stare into space.

Because you seem so upset, but don't let it show on your face.

So one day I chose to ask, why it is that you wear such a mask.

To witch you replied, because I could never love you back.

This made me pause, and try to think back.

When exactly, was it that I stopped wearing my own mask.

Because if I had worn it, you wouldn't have seen, the beast you call me, and the monster that I be,

Because only a monster like me, couldn't love."

You stopped reading it then, and paused for a moment. When you looked up, I glanced at you.

It was the first time I saw your eyes up close.

You then asked if we could only read one of these per day. I could continue hearing the other stories, but this book isn't meant to be read all in one sitting. I nodded yes.

And that was how you read me a book every day, and a little paragraph that seemed to be bigger than its whole.

Somehow, though, I couldn't help but feel like the new book I picked out had a special meaning to you. Almost like you had read it somewhere else before. I wouldn't know though.

But, the end of that first part of the new book stuck with me. That whole monsters can't love thing.

The problem is I have seen that in the picture books, but I thought those were only stories, not true. But, if one of the books without the pictures had it, you told me that they are true. So dose that mean monsters really can't love?

I am a little disappointed.