Where your past hangs quietly and your present lives out loud.
Every picture, every Polaroid a chapter of becoming you.
Tears in the dark. No one saw… but the wall did.
You were 17 and dramatic.And those lyrics? Still hit.
Your taste evolved.So did your walls.
That one letter you wrote but never gave?It’s still taped inside that drawer.
Big dreams. Small room.The wall heard them all.