Sunset Wall

“If walls could talk”, is one of the most used phrases by humans, they have yet to understand that we don’t need words to express ourselves, we feel instead.

I love being a wall now, but it took me a long time to figure out my purpose, not only in life but in this apartment. To many I was just the asymmetrical corner wall that couldn’t fit a table so I was just left empty and alone.

Sometimes humans placed a large beautiful pine tree by me, decorated with glass spheres, sparkling strings and bright lights. It made me happy to have some one close to feel with. We would feel the golden warmth of Miami sunsets together almost every day and watch in the distance all the planets and stars fade away.

But the tree will turn from green to brown and my grin transform into a frown. All by myself again, another season alone with no one near me, but at least I had the sun. Then, last Summer new humans arrived, 2 beautiful cinnamon skin sisters, they look alike but are completely different. One of them moves like a lion, slow, quiet and secure. The other one is constantly moving, clumsy but flows like water.

I was very excited to see how they would make me and the other walls come alive with the contrast of their personalities. But time passed and the boxes were still packed, I hadn’t seen the lion girl and water girl was running slow and dirty. The energy in here was heavy, dark, and I felt lonelier than ever. Winter must be coming.

Maria, The girl that stayed in the apartment, she is truly a water girl you know. Her face was always wet, and she would laid on the floor in a puddle of sadness, stagnant. Even though I didn’t know the cause of her pain, I could relate to the solitude in her eyes , and along with the the other walls here we created a safe space to allow the currents of her emotions to flow free and continue to heal.

She worked so hard through processing her emotions, I had never seen a human do that. She would sit in the dark, in silence and just think. She would talk out loud but I already knew what was on her mind, I could sense her grief and despair for a something that never will be. Similar to how I’d love a table in my corner but it’s almost impossible to find it in the perfect shape.

Witnessing Maye’s self love process, how she transformed her suffering into personal power, inspired me to embark on my own journey of self discovery where I understood that I don’t need a table, a painting or a tree to validate my existence. That providing shelter, protecting and nourishing humans is my purpose. Creating a sense of home.

If walls could talk I would tell Maria, thank you for existing, being, and feeling as deep as you do. Also, I love when you get closer to me when the sun is setting, I can see me reflected in your eyes.