If These Walls Could Speak

I find myself looking at the art I've collected for the gallery wall, ...like this. Like I'm in a museum. Most of the pieces I have come to love, while one or two will be taken down because I chose wrong. It's got to be that feeling of lifelong adoration, or it's off the wall for good. It's still a work in progress, a work that has taken time, and isn't done yet. If these walls could speak.