this hand painted wall is tucked into
this little nook by the market
in the city.
i stumbled upon it one day and was immediately
the old paint.
but what drew me the most was the people.
and what was the artist trying to show those that
stumbled upon it.
the sadness in the faces tugged at my soul.
i saw 'me' some days
in her face.
heartache, loss, pain, suffering.
yet i find her strikingly beautiful.
a woman's heart and soul is a vessel into
i plan on venturing back to this market wall soon.
to spend more time on capturing the beauty of it.