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In retrospect, we were all a little crazy in that time, but I mean, who wouldn't have been? We all went a little funny when the water ran uphill and the clocks all struck XIII and we all just laughed it off like it was nothing thought deep down, we were all a little concerned, but of course showing that would make everything worse, immeasurably worse, so put a smile on and just kept holding eachother up, even though the wooden ladder was rickety and rotten and it was due to break any day, any day now, we were scheduled to fall, but who pays much store by schedules these days, anyways, because it's not like they matter so much anymore...
But the sky looked so far away, and the ground so uncomfortable, so we hovered somewhere in between, but it was more teetering than hovering, like we were balancing on stilts... and we had some balancing problems but we were ok, nobody was dead yet, and that seemed to matter at the time... it was all about getting out alive, and somewhere in between falling and landing we forgot about being happy, the way we were quite some time ago. I wondered if I was the only one who remembered the happy. I never dared ask, it never seemed important. There was something someone I was missing and I didn't know how to forget anymore...
Theatmospherewassocoldandthinandweallneededtoclingtoeachotherbutthatdidnthappen
Idontrememberwhenitstoppedorifiteverdidorevenifiteverstarted-----



This is where the words that were scribbled on my wall end. They seem to trail off, and I've no idea what they mean, or even who wrote them...
I have been observing the wall for some days, but the writer has not come back yet. I wonder if they ever shall. But I shall see soon enough.