He stood staring. At the wall. Like it was going to do something. Like the harder he stared the more profound the action this wall might take. He would just stand there for hours. Not saying anything. As if nothing else existed, but he and that goddamn wall. Fuck! I am mean what the fuck? Who the fuck stares at a wall all day? What was he hoping to accomplish? What was he hoping to learn? I have no ideas. This is exactly where he used to stand. I could not get him to stop. I should have tried harder. I should have found a hospital; a home. I failed him. This is all my fault. I will learn to live with you