Paint

The color palets, unknown on which to chose, all cans were open. The walls of the house were varied in status. Some walls painted, others started but changed, many half started but never finished. And onthers, the walls that were left blank. No idean, no beginging, a blinding surface of white. What was to become of them? Did they have no soul? Some walls blue, others red, if I recall there is a wall upstairs to the left that is "Grove Orange". So many walls left and undesired, unloved by the painter. Buckets of paint left open as if the walls know themselves enought to pick their color.