I painted this wall in my hallway with a hot air balloon chasing sunrise and George Paul Ringo and John down in the horizon in a strawberry field. It’s the night I painted this wall that my (ex) boyfriend wrote the music (no lyrics yet) to what would become my “birthday song”. I was going to paint over it with black and white stripes and hang gold frames of my favorite photography but, seeing this photo, it kills me to think of destroying not only my art but, art that inspired him. Kills me to now the exact moment I inspired the breath of life into a song. Kills me that I am not with the one I love right now. This wall represents that. I guess ill know I’ve let go when I paint those black and white stripes. Until then, tears and Strawberry Fields Forever.