I am staring at the wall It stares back at me Blank, heavy; It has listened to everything I had to say. There is a scribble, A weirdly neat handwriting: NOSCE TE IPSUM Latin, huh? Funny When have I ever been so sophisticated? Beside it a reminder I rarely read: “You are nothing but my pride and joy.” How I value others’ words but never mine. My eyes are becoming a little heavy.