Some have golden thrones. Mine is made of cracked leather, soaked in paint, and surrounded by chaos. This is where I sit to watch the storm of colors I’ve unleashed. Around me, the walls still vibrate with the energy of my spray cans. It’s loud, raw, and tiring, but it’s my finest work. From where I sit, I look at my creation and tell myself the night was worth losing sleep over. Chaos is beautiful when you know how to paint it.