This couch has seen many things. This couch has been warmed by countless sunny days, listened to a hundred teenage playlists. It’s leather has seen thunderstorms and birthdays, barbeques and arguments, nights of beer and nights of solitary thought. This couch can tell you of ten thousand different days, happily point out the stains and memories wearing out its tired leather, each one a moment remembered well and with fondness.
This couch, believe it or not, has witnessed someone’s conception, whether by the result of a bottle of wine and a broken condom or true design only the couch will know, just silently watching, a leatherbound tourist in the human world.
This couch, this silent two seater observer, has watched people grow, seen a child become a man, two people become a family, listened to words of love and hate and mulled over the ones in between.
This couch will live to see a myriad of moments more, casually watch the steady passage of time that we humans call life pass by, society colliding into people’s lives, deciding the twists and turns and hidden dips of every choice, thought, or aspiration we are ever likely to make. This couch feels no rules nor etiquette, it can only quietly sit back and observe us deal with the world and carving our own names in the stone like the men in the caves before us. This couch could speak a million words about life, but we unfortunately have to learn it on our own. But what’s life without something to do?
Doesn't it look weird reading couch so many times?
Peace
Ben
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