You tried to said, to touch and made be one with them.......
Then, the dark room was making you be comforted and it was making you better.... and you were giving your own thinks for them.........
Your head against at the walls which was being damp..... The walls were looking at you and still be silent..... They saw you moved to tried and find the source of life.......... They always listens all of your bad thinks, makes good of your tiredness...........
But, they always be silents in their dumbness...... was the damp walls giving you the answers? the answers of all your own heart? Yet their will be and always dumbs on the other sides of your heart...............
They will be silent and always dumbs................. Let the wild world starts to eat the walls' body...... Let the other wild animals give their rubbish on the walls' body.......
Yet their will be and always dumbs in all their days...... where it's makes them so tired and brittled............ Until the time comes.........
They will be break and will be the little one than others...... The end of the other sides of the dark room..... The end of your tales and all of your life..........
Then you can't touch and against your head on them.... Then you will go without everything in your heart............. You will be leave them and your own heart there.... Let all the plants grow between them and the others wild life............
Yet , will the dumb walls come back to you? Will them still listen all of your heart's feels?????
They will be and always be the dumb walls.........
Then, the end, they will be the little one of the dumb walls... Which will be and always be the dumb walls.....
THEY ARE THE DUMB WALLS.........

