The Wall Of Thoughts

The Wall of Thoughts…

There’s this room I keep secret. I loved this room. You know why, because magically every people’s thoughts are written here. The room is small but that’s what you would see. The concrete walls are rough they’re plain black and the people’s thought are written in chalky white handwriting. Somehow I didn’t think that reading people’s thoughts was bad. I knew I didn’t have the right to read what they’re thinking and invade their privacy but that’s what I enjoy doing. I read all the thoughts that they think, even though I don’t know who they are, or who the thoughts were from.

The writings on the wall they all build up from morning till night, and when the clock strikes twelve all the writings disappear. They all do.

I can be what I want to be in these four walls. That’s why I always go here. I almost lived here.
But there’s this one thought that I could never miss reading. I even write it down every time he thinks. He always puts an L at the end, like he’s entering it on a diary. I always read his thoughts. Why? That’s because he never thought of anything bad. With his thoughts I knew that he was the kindest person. He was the kind that would try to put all the bad thoughts in his head out.

I fell in love with L without even knowing his name. And someday I want to meet him in person. And I hope he likes me too.