Drippy Walls

I like ice-cream, but when the walls drip like ice cream on a cone in the hot summer days it makes me feel disgusted.

When I watch the drip I gag, but I then realize that without the drip in this four cornered small room, the wallpaper would be so thin and perplex.

The velocity in which the drip succeeds at is fast and harsh.

I am not acclimated to the fast and harsh drip, more so the slow and soft drip.

The more that I am here in the room allows me to watch and not gag, cry, barf, or release any bodily fluids.

I grow to feel and understand the drip. I know, and believe I will conquer the drippy walls - I know my eyes won't strain and develop noticeable veins soon.