Hello wall, it’s been a while since we last met.
You look well, my friend.
Forgive my intrusion, and my running into you like that. I hope it doesn’t hurt when I crash into you. It hurts me terribly, you see.
Oh, no, not physically. You needn’t worry of bruises or cuts or even scrapes. It’s my emotional self that receives the battering.
The part that no one sees, but is affected by everyone. A careless word here, a scathing remark there, cut deeper than a blade.
I’m sorry to have troubled you, wall, I know you’d rather be happy than listening to me.
Are the steps completed? The ones down into the darkness that is more my home than anywhere else.
I visit so often I thought the Keeper might have created some stairs. There were the beginnings of some last time I came.
Oh, they are from my footsteps, I see. Thank you, my friend. Perhaps next time I may be allowed to bring you flowers, as a token, for your constant vigilance.
Well, my friend, the ground is falling away from my feet now. I guess the Keeper wishes me to descend, now.
Take care, my friend. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.
