Painting My Wall

there's a big blank white wall in front of us.

"what i'm gonna do with this thing....."
so i said

"paint it"
so you said

"naah~   i kinda like the way it is"

"not that, i mean you could've draw somethin in it"

"like what?"

"dunno....like scenery maybe"

"uh-huh...."

"or people"

"uh-uh...."

"hey, don't just uh-huh me like that. are you really listenin?"

"yeah, i hear you. go on."

"or....you can draw stories or somethin...."

"stories?" i smirk,
"you fool. stories are to be written. or told. not to draw"

you laugh.
"who cares? i mean, it's your wall. you can do whatever you like with it"

"yeah you're right...stories, huh?"

"yeah. stories"

"but you realized, don't you? i can't possibly draw and finish it by myself"

"i know youd've said that"

"so?"

"got another brush?"

"sure"

and we smile.