The wall always knew that even though he is not fully
painted and it has been left there for years now, he would be a freshly painted
wall and people would admire the beautiful colour he displays. He would be
smooth and made fine. People would stand in front of him to take pictures.
He is a half painted wall, and a half painted wall’s
unfinished beauty is not appreciated. The rain comes down and washes away the
little beauty he has. He always cries for the touch of a brush, for a painter
to take him as a canvas and turn him into art. He yearns for the romantic
stroke of a painter’s roller, to turn him into beauty and a dream.
He wants to feel the wetness of an emulsion paint, to
attract sunshine and feel like home. He prays for a painter to take him as he
is now, and turn him into something the painter would be proud of. He wishes
for a person to lean against him, so that he can feel what the person is
thinking.
This is the story of a half painted wall.
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