Thoughts

This isn't meant to make any sense. Just thoughts.

Even when I am with you, you will never know. Staring at the past forever, I always had others that laughed for my persistence. I prefer to stay and stick with my thoughts even if I was separated by a block of paper. I guess the blinds will also agree as the same for the ground.

Don't look at me. Not once, please. The wallpaper stuck on the wall, perhaps once appreciated by you, once received your attention.  Maybe sometimes being your wallpaper, I would receive the attention but definitely not as much as to being your bed. Remember my dearest, one day I will fade away - like wallpaper. The day you decide to cherish my existence, please don't forget my efforts, my attempts. Replace me once I fade because nobody enjoys staring at empty walls.