I want to be a wall. I want to be that strong brickwall with no feelings. No emotions. No happiness. No sadness.

Even though we can't communicate with it and see or feel its pain and joy, it could be getting bruised every time the little boy down the lane decides to kick a football at it, or it could be getting annoyed when the passerby decides to lean his foot and back against it, or it could be loving the colourful new look by the simple splash and wetness of a spray can or it could be yearning to join in and have a laugh with the two sisters while they tiggle its spine as they walk upon it.