Got a piece of sky ripped off the ground, man, that’s the kinda chaos that turns walls into a playground of limits. Picture the splash of adrenaline in spray paint, the curve of a dive mapped out in bold lines, each streak a breath between earth and flight. It’s about that razor‑edge feeling, chasing gravity in concrete, and in the air, letting the paint fall like a parachute on the city’s back. If we keep that hunger, the mural won’t just hang; it’ll hover.