You are a wall that can never reply to my anger, anguish or desperation, but I found solace in every words I’ve written on you. Words that begged to be let out from inside me, yet has no appropriate harbour to reach.

I wonder what kind of reply you will give me if the gift of speaking is bestowed upon you? Will you whisper words of assurance to anxious me? or wail together with me?

Your presence has never been more important than it is these days, times where statements are interpreted through multitudes of perspective and left both parties question each other’s intentions.  It is you, who would take it all in and treasure every words, no question asked.