50 shades of white

A blank, bleached wall.

A pathless, stainless page.

I take a step but I remain still.

Stuck to the pathless path, left to remain in the same, empty place

without color, without emotion, 

without words, without motion.

I find a locked door in the colorless space

I try to break seal

with My words but they are locked in a cage

I try to speak but I stall.

 

 

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