house of brick

There was a house. A house of brick. Now this brick house was not your ordinary brick house. The bricks were red and orange and they all seemed to point to the front door. The doors did not open or close. It seems to be locked from both the inside and outside. In fact. All the windows were boarded up with string and glue and they could be opened but nothing seemed to be able get in or out. Now I know what your thinking. But if you can't get in or out.... then what's the point of the house? And has anyone ever been inside of it? Well the answer to your questions are this. No. No one has seen inside of this house. But if they did then they would see something's very strange but somehow pleasing to the eye. They would see that this square house had 7 rooms and every room had something unique. Most of them had 5 walls supporting and some only 2. Only one had a closet and one had a shoe,.... Painting. 3 out of 7 had a sink or a drawer and 4 of them were all only in black and white. But each one had something quite similar. And these similarities made all the difference. They all had a painting of a brick. One blue one purple and one with orange paint splattered. Some were 3d and some said meaningful words. One designed as a clock with a timer to strike when it hit third hour. But the room called future had the most interesting and disturbing sight of all. It was a brick. Whether it was screwed or nailed in or even glued or taped does not matter. Because it was a brick and it hung on the wall with some meaning that rings true to the rats which roamed the brick house and couldn't see what's on the top of the brick. As you and the rats are all wondering what was balancing ever so gently on that brick. And wishing and hoping that I will tell you. You will realize that not even I know. For we are all in the dark. In the dark in this house with no way in or out. But I will give you some comfort in knowing that the architect knows. For he created that brick house with no openings and closings. And he was the one who placed the secret on the brick. It doesn't matter whether he created the house with a blu print or 2. Or maybe with a hammer and a nail. All that matters is that he built the brick house and he built it with a purpose. And even though he knows that probably no one will be able to get in and see the brick and the mystery on top, he's proud of the brick house. And the brick inside. There was a house. A house of brick. And inside that house was no ordinary house. There was a brick. And not even the brick knew what he was holding up.