The walls are white.. Or are they grey? Hands, locked.. Up on the table, in sight.. Door locked and the fragrance of a thousand dilemmas locked within the four walls... You move your hand up.. I reciprocate.. Can you see them marching? The procession of the mellifluous sinful thoughts? I can hear a song playing somewhere far.. Far but close enough.. The song that never fails to bring out my darkest thoughts, ever.. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqqoutes #yourquote #yqpowrimo #walls The walls are white.
