I thank these four walls. These walls I painted icy white while drinking beer and crying tears of joy that I was getting a clean slate. A chance to start over. To let go of the past. To move out of the darkness into light (and quite literally). These walls, which bore witness as I grew past the shell, filled in my bones, made my skin taut with hope. These walls I decorated with art and reclined my back on after long days I pray would soon end.
These walls have been my friend.
My cocoon where I transformed and manifested everything I have now.
I spend a moment thanking them, then take the curtains down, pick up the last box, and go in search of more magic and light.