I think of you and I know that I've sinned. I think of your precious smile and know that I've sinned. I think of me touching you and know that I've sinned. I think of you laying next to me and know that I've sinned. I think of me entering inside your deep soul and know that I've sinned. I think of loving you and I know, I know, I really know how sinful I am.

It's funny that I caught myself staring blankly in the middle of nowhere- in a room where all lights are off and the silence grows as people close their eyes and visit the worlds of their subconscious. But in this silence, I heard a sound. A crying voice which tells me all the things that I need to know. I listened sharply and discovered that the magical voice came from my walls. My tears kept streaming through my face as it whispered all the things that I never wanted to hear. The walls unfolded the biggest lie that I believed in my life, and that was believing that those walls, that house, and the people inside it was the place that I can call home.