watch everything go

paper walls

They were screaming. At each other. At themselves.

I tried not to listen.

Tried.

But the walls seemed to become thiner by each passing second. As if they were made of paper. Ha, paper walls. If they were I would love to write things on them.

Emotions, thoughts, song lyrics. Maybe I would even draw ugly flowers.

Or smiley faces.

Those are cute.

I heard a door being shut. Then it was opened. Followed by screams. Then it was shut again, followed by more screams.

Maybe I shouln't draw a smiley face.

Even if those are cute.

Maybe I should draw a sad face. Or nothing at all.

I heard the car's engine. I never liked that car, honestly. It was old and made a lot of noise. Dad loves it, though.

But Dad is sad, just like Mom is.

Maybe I shouln't draw on paper walls. They are so fragile that they can break so easily.

Just like people.