These walls hold the secrets of many before us

They shout the words of anger coming from drunk lips

They bury the cries of the broken hearted

They hold the whispered sweet nothings of lovers

They gleam with laughter of a family

They hum to the silence of a sleeping baby

These walls are painted with the raw emotion of people I’ve never met

I stare at them blankly trying to figure out where to start my story