My home is a glass house, O madman. I address you as madman, because I know of no other adjective that would suit you. You've been a delight since the moment I laid my eyes upon you. Even after you realised, these glass walls weren't entirely smooth, but an assemblage of broken shards of glass pieces,you treaded on inside, O madman. You knew perfectly well, if I break, it'll ruin both of us and you're here, still. Tell me, what else do I call you now, but a madman? #yqbaba #apmchallenge #myhome #yqtales #yqquotes #yqpowrimo #glass #apmpoetrymarathon O, madman. My madman.
