wicked-chocolatine:     « These weren’t heaps …


     « These weren’t heaps before.
It was just trash laid out, as far as the eye could see.
I used to come here to find things to paint on.
Metal sheets.
And then after everything changed I realized this whole place was a canvas.
That we were the paint.
We could create something new.
We could become something new.
We did.
This was our world.
Apart from everyone else.
In every way. »