We surround ourselves with these empty walls ranging in all shapes and sizes. With parts of our own being we turn their empty beauty into murals of our best selves. Placed about in such a way that our best story is played out. This mural of our best selves has brought life back into these empty walls.
These walls have witnessed the worst of our bad times, yet share only beauty of our good times. They know of our deepest, darkest, secrets yet they choose to only speak highly of us. When we are left between a rock and a hard spot, these walls are our reminder of the good.
My walls are a mural of the best me. With a custom flag hanging high side and a backpacking bag made for survival; if you were to look upon my walls, would you find free, grounded, outgoing, silent, simple? What if your walls were to play a best seller about you, what would it revile?
