The stories I tell just by the shape of ones shoe and the sound it leaves are magnificent.

A tiny eek let out as a young one uses their creativity to venture throughout my flat maze.

A heavy thud as a man of muscle plans out his future by judging my extensions provided by the house with his eyes.

The continuous rolling eueueueuhh as the elder try's to relieve long forgotten memories.

The graceful leap of the young woman after trying to find her dream home for after her wedding.

I carry stories withen each plank of wood that fills me, I try to share these stories with ones that come by, but whether they listen or not,

That's their choice.