Have you ever looked at a white wall? A plain white wall, no decorations, just a white wall. Have you ever looked at that plain white wall for so long that your eyes, they go out of focus, and that white wall turns black inside your mind? That wall, just for a second, it becomes everything you can see, everything you are, and just as soon as you realise this wall has become everything, you blink, and as soon as you do, what was once your everything became nothing again. Just like that. Almost as if that wall never really turned black, it never really turned into something different. It just goes back to something plain, back to what it was before you even looked at it.
It wasn't before I'd looked at my white wall that I realised just what it was to pour your everything into someone. Your every living moment, your every breathing second. All into one person. What do we do it for? It's surely the most known fact that everyone, all 7 billion of us that live know that one day, whatever that day may be, one day we will die. We pick flowers out of the ground, just to watch their beauty fade away. We have children, just to put them into a world of war, of injury, of hate. We put ourselves out there to be loved, knowing that one day it will all be over, those flowers we picked will die, that child that we brought into this world, it will die. We pour our everything into that one thing, that one other person for it all to be taken away. Why do we do it?
My white wall, Harry, was an extraordinary person. Hard to compare him to just a wall, I suppose, he was so much more than that. So much more than just a plain white wall. In fact, I guess you could call him a fluorescent pink wall, the type you can't stop looking at.
This is the story of my white wall, that damn white wall that I fell for all those years ago.
