White walls all around –
a place where I live and die
by each passing thought.
Waseem Sherif © 05/07/2016
I don’t think this qualifies as a haiku! >_< well, think of it as a one-sentence poem!
so the walls in my room are white, the floor too. and I hate it. the room feels lonely, empty and ill. Sometimes, it sort of intensifies my negativity! I gotta hang me some pictures up soon!