Hi! Dear friends this is my entry about dailyprompt
In the quiet room, she looked at the wall. Her eyes focused on every crack and flaw because each one told a different story. As sun came in the window, it made a changing view of the wall. The shadows told meanings that were not seen before. She touched the shape with her hands, feeling history stuck in the cement. The chipped paint reminded of memories, like a picture book with stories and secrets. The look at the wall became a space for feelings, it was quiet and saw time go by. She found that life's complex pattern is simple.