Two girls look at a blank wall.
I honestly don’t know what they are looking at
But I know it must be beautiful.
The way their oos and ahhs swoon around them
Make it seem like they are making a tornado
With their excitement
But all I see is a blank white wall.
No beauty, just plain.
I walk up to the wall and touch it
Maybe something would change.
Maybe colors would burst out and hit me in the eyes
I am not blinded by color
Just by the beating hot sun.
I look away from the wall and look back
Maybe I’m missing something.
I walk around the wall,
There has to be something on the other side
I see a man walk up to the wall.
He smiles and says
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
I still have no idea what he means.
I look back at the wall
a mixture of unimaginable colors twist and turn
Around each corner each crack of the wall.
The beating sun hits the wall
Creating the radiating glow around me
I immediately feel warm
Like eating soup on a cold night warm
“Yes”. I said. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
I got inspired by these two girls looking at this sign at my school. My friend Andrew said to me that Strangers are the best inspiration… I defiantly agree.