The Wall of Yesterday: I hear your voice.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

I hear your voice.

_{"If I disappear… I’d like it if you never knew, and instead thought that I was living well somewhere, studying hard, hanging out with friends, dreaming of becoming a police officer. I’d like you to believe that I was living well that way. If I disappear… I’d like it if you didn’t cry. I’d like you to be happy. And once in a while… just once in a while… I’d like you to remember me."}

_{"I think she still thinks a day will come when our time ends, it doesn’t matter if she thinks that way. Even if that end comes, I will find her again and when we start over, we will be happy again."}
_{"Even after 10 years passed, I recognized you. Even after I losed my memory and erased you, I loved you again. Even if another 10 years pass, if I lose my memory again, I’m going to find you and love you again."}

"When I was little, I used to write random messages on the wall in the hall way. My mom didn't like her wall dirty with my doodles, so eventually I stopped. My parents sold the house when I turned 16.

When I was little, I sometimes pictured my future house in my head. White tiny room with low ceiling, small wood window looking out to the garden and warm dazzling sunlight shining through every morning. In that room I would doodle on the wall whenever.

After years, on those walls, there would be memories, messages, drawings, dates, heartbroken notes, happy moments, changes, question marks and answers, different fingerprints and handwritings, people's lovely faces and names... When all was full, I would paint the room white again and repeat. The new wall would be clean and ready to be written on. And the old wall? No one would be able to see it again, but it was still there underneath layers of paint.

They are the walls of yesterday."

- Feb 13, 2011

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