the waalls

i wish you could see my walls
feel the walls
press your hand up against my wall and just experience this.
the texture.
the smooth yes over so stimulating texture
every bump reads a new message
behind every crevabe there is a new story to be told. everthung is tactil now.
you must feel to feel anything
you are lost.
the eternal punishment is the lose of your fingers and the pain of your eyes.
you are lost.
my walls are so texturized. i wish you could feel them.
i see your eyes boring through them.
your eyes lay on mine.
yours fingers rest across frommine.
tap tap tap on my textured walls.
these grooves speaks the words of your story.