Perforator & Kara
You ever think a wall is just a wall until you see the stories it keeps and the people who live in it?
I do, and it makes me feel like every brick is a whisper of someone’s joy or sorrow, a quiet reminder that even a wall can hold a heart if we look closely. It’s a little reminder that maybe, just maybe, we’re all living behind our own walls, sharing stories we’re not ready to tell.
Walls are built to keep things safe, not to hide the mess inside. Still, every crack you see is a story that’s been left behind, and if you pause long enough you can hear it. Keep pounding the right place, and maybe you’ll find a little room for someone else’s story too.