If (Wooden) Walls Could Speak

Fine wood makes up a fine house, that brings together thinkers and writers, artists and poets, where a biting brown coffee made from from the finest coffee beans is relished. And if the wooden walls could speak, they would tell a lot of great stories. Of nostalgia, melancholy, euphoria and great madness.

Wooden walls brings pictures of lazy afternoons by the beach, or a quickie in a cabin. It reminds you of coffee breaks by the sunset, jazzy love songs on a cold rainy evening, and a camp fire on the shore. It tells of blueberry nights in solitude, either paper and pen under a lamp shade on a sturdy wooden desk, or under the yellow light by a quiet street. Wooden walls paint memories of drunken, lonely nights in a living room, and an old tiresome TV show. They would recount romantic breakfast in bed on a 6AM, or a hangover from last night's good time. They would embrace you in the comfort of solace, and make the cigarettes taste more minty.

And if wooden walls could speak, they'd tell me they'd be good for a Blogspot Background. I thought the old one was not as cozy as it should be. My blog should always keep that feel. Cozy. Home-like. Plainly whatever's up. Hallmarks of Creamy-ness. Hence, the makeover of this blog.