i am not done with this.. a day in a house

and welcome the morning. with a world changing in front of us, when did we become so afraid as to not trust our system.. when we needed separate laws to convict “terrorist” when was that separate from crime. but that is not what i wanted to talk about. it is of loneliness and self criticism i wanted to talk. With a cat in my lap and coffee by my side.. but love has run to let me think on my own. the empty chair besides me remembers more the laughter and partnership felt with one gone. So the chairs sit empty. and the heart knows why.
It has been awhile since i have had such a complaint. for as we have space to do what we want we find a disconnection to the rest of society, and left to our own to have invisible worlds and more lonely lives. Reaching out to know through a screen. Well bordered and without sence of touch smell , all visual, preplanned nonreactive. Even the sounds are planned and who couldn’t fall in love given the right sound track. this meaning of private Property is used agaisnt us.

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