Katie Heard It All

Katie heard it all, through her paper thin walls. Katie didn’t not build those walls yet she found comfort behind those paper thin walls. 

The sun came up, the moto’s hit the streets, the tide cradled back into its nest in the depth, and Katie heard it all, through her paper thin walls. Economies rose and economies fell. The power was shifted in the world. East became west and north remained north, and walls were built with mighty force and mighty will, yet her walls remained paper thin as they were, and through them Katie heard it all. Bees were mending the flowers and coconuts departed farewell from the branches of their trees while the poor and the opportunistic made them their own. Honey was poured into tea and coconuts were cracked wide open to the pleasure of passer bys and Katie heard it all, through her paper thin walls.    I once got a glimpse of her as she sneaked out the door. She smiled and I tried to engage, and she just said; forget it, I heard it all, remember, paper thin walls. Once she had a visitor behind those paper thin walls, and it was through those paper thin walls that we heard it all. Katie heard it all yet she said nothing at all as she cradled behind the mighty shelter of her paper thin walls.