Staring at a blank white ceiling,
A blank white wall.
Nothing drives myself more insane then this.
There's so much potential that lies before me.

Yet no one has touched it in fear of an imperfection because somehow imperfections are ugly?
When were we ever told that?

No why were we ever told that?
These white walls are so plain and simple.
Where's the color?
Where's the expression?
Where's the emotion?

Where's the story waiting to be told on these white ceilings and walls?
This is where I don't understand how graffiti is a disturbance when it's art.

Yes the inappropriate ones I understand, but there's so much more great pieces of art that are labeled as graffiti then the disturbances.

There's nothing wrong with any of these things. The white walls or white ceilings.
Sure perfection is a nice, but so is imperfection.

I guess this all winds down to the corruption of our societies teachings.