Empty (Part 1)

Empty (Part 1)

I knew it was coming, 

but the only question was when. 

Little by little, piece by piece, 

I reluctantly defaced the soothing wallpaper 

that I had so painstakingly pasted 

on the wall. 

Inch by inch, 

I slowly bore my nails 

into the fragile paper 

and started tearing 

it apart. 

I cringed 

and reveled at the same time 

hearing the sound of ripping paper - 

as if my hands 

were moving on their own volition 

while something deep inside 

is telling me to stop. 

Until the day 

when I finally tore the last piece of it 

only it did reveal the plain, 

grey paint behind. 

Patches of color 

splattered along the now barren wall, 

but that's just what they are, 

splatters. 

Little blotches of faded colors 

which only reminded me that a wallpaper 

is not 

what I needed 

but something more adherent, 

solid. 

It reminded me that 

not a day ever 

was I able to find someone 

to paint the wall with.

~Mikez Magtibay

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