Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, instead of an orchestra playing in the background, Staind, Metallica, and Evanesence would be playing!
-Picture on My Wall-
Nothing escapes it. Nothing enters it.
No emotion. Nothing.
The picture doesn't care. But the wall sure does.
The picture looks bored, void of all emotion. Almost evil.
Nothing escapes it. Nothing enters it.
No emotion. Nothing.
The wall, however, is a squalling, fretful child. It screams for attention, for love.
For the love it lost long ago.
On sure, everyone loves the picture. The handsome, mysterious picture. The picture girls fawn over.
But the wall?
Brooding over its misery, it sits, very much alone.
Nothing escapes it. Nothing enters it.
No emotion. Nothing.
It's a symbiosis, really. The picture cannot hang without the wall, and the wall cannot be pretty without the picture.
And they both cannot be without a nail. Everyone who has a picture knows what their nail is. Yours just so happens to be your brother.
Nothing escapes it. Nothing enters it.
No emotion. Nothing.
Nothing, no matter how loud and long the wall may cry.