to write your own

The object on the wall is quite. He has been hanging there for a while now. I have been seeing him for very long time, same spot. Day after day, the object is still. I can recall when was the first nor can I keep count of many times I see it hanging there, same spot. Day after day, the object is still. I like to think that I may have been tempted few many times to move it. Perhaps across the room, that would be ideal, but yet, same spot. Day after day, the object is still. The color, the shades, the outlines, all of it the same as yesterday and I can guarantee, but cannot predict tomorrow. Tomorrow doesn’t belong to any one, but yet, same spot. Day after day, the object is still.