gray skies put a dreary tint to a delusional idea of eden. it sent chills through the window, blue curtains, four walls, computer desk. white. white and simple navy blue curtains, all the personality could be seen in its imperfections, cracks, all there was to look at, the progress that could be found in deterioration.
morning light faded the red in his bloodshot eyes, nothing positive, only negative balanced out to a neutral white, a milky gray, the cracked prison walls, what's left of a life.
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