I think I just met the happiest person in the world! She works at the Diner, down the street. The same diner I use to go to for breakfast way before the sun rose bringing a melancholy mood. Making no one want to start their day.

Then, the first Monday of May. A young girl walked in a little after five. She kept her blonde hair in a braid pulled to the side. Her uniform kept without a wrinkle, matching blue to the rest. But her uniform seemed to gleam brighter. Her Smile was always a bit wider, and her laugh was always a bit happier.

Before she came over to me I wanted to order a plain black coffee. Till she laughed at me, and asked wether I liked pancakes or waffles? She didn’t let me answer though before walking with pep to the kitchen.

After ten minutes and my black coffee. She came with a plate and fork. On the plate was a pancake which had a smiling face, that was smiling back at me. Just like the happiest she was smiling at me.

They say the flowers green. Green?! Like an icky goo! I think its yellow, like the Sun thats warm to the touch. Its yellow, like a ring that twist and turns around my grasp. But most of all its like the yellow in his eyes, welcoming and warm.

Yellow?! Yellow is bright and annoying. Take a highlighter, serving its point saying “Over here! Look at me!”. No this flower is Green. A green as sweet as the apples which bring a smile to anyones face on a summer day. Or a green identical to the grass after a midnight rain, perfect for a picnic the next day. Maybe... a picnic with her, the next day...

We are arm and arm; Back to back. Each others wall through hell and storm. Together in all

If you weren’t here; For the fire, snow, and rain. I would crumble to the rocks. Made of sorrow and pain Forged in my darkest of days

But when I call; You answer, with a laugh With a smile, With something to lean on.

So, please, don’t leave me...

My Wall