Entering the alleyway was a sight that had never been seen. Coloured walls everywhere, lighting up the dull concrete that once stood in its place. Shocked by the disobedience of the artists, who were willing to break the rules just to paint a couple of pictures. To anyone who walked by, it was more than a couple of pictures, there were alive. Screaming, wanting to escape, however, trapped by the walls which grasped any attention it could find. clinging to the art was all the concrete walls could do to keep itself satisfied, for no one would bother looking at him if the art was not present. Still seeking help from anyone who walked by, but day after day no one did, however, the art never gave up hope. Brighter than ever the art never dimed no matter how hard things got.