The yellow wall

To the invisible boy

Yellow... a colour for sadness.
Once in a while, you wake up in the middle of the day, lost outside a wonderful dream, in a world you just don't belong to.
And then you remember the calling, the magic sounds leaving her flute, leading you again, endlessly.
Sometimes, you realize there are some roads no longer walkable.
Once in a while, you wake up in the middle of the night, the dream is over. And there you are... but the dream is over.
It does not matter how loud you scream at her eyes, maybe there's no one on the other side of the wall.
Sometimes, you discover a road it is better you never walk at all.