The tales of love and lost seem so small now a days. Balanced against all that is. All that isn’t we come to a broader understanding of what we have? like hunger makes us appreciate food more. I was in love with my space, my office . away from the world for a second to imagine and create, then the truth set in , Where once was a perfect reality then came the sight of what that reality is . the thoughts of Now who is around that reality , how much of that reality have we not considered in order to feel at ease, or was it just blindness for which rallied sight enough to get us to the reaction of peace.
Loving a space is very unrewarding. a place where someone else controls the truth. and you really can do nothing about it. I have watch this which i love turn into . well nothing more than what it was. Ones hopes turn a situation into more. ones dreams. but they can only last for a moment without full sight.
I am moving again. the office is turning into a house , the house also needs work, and besides the dream this next step has more involved but it is not here. it is not a office space, no i am not alone world all my own. do i care. my next situation asks for cohabiting with another of gods children. a Writer type with needs like mine, he plays music loud, that is the only thing i can see. how forceful he is with his music.. how much he really writes. why is there no food in the fridge. why is the beer cans so amassed that i can not see the ground, how long will i be able to stand the font yeard and back yard looking to be loved.. without loving.
a cat, i will get a cat , for the first tiem. to drive away the rats. a cat.
i will , i will , i will.
the magazine is burning in my head, the heart is unfullfilled for its enhanced indurance of the last ten years. tweleve it has been tweleve years since i published. a house then to was involved in my thoughts.
Each enviorment playing with emotions we can only touch or not. we could deny all happened casting off what was bad with what was good. the bad then , was same , now. Money.. all else was trying and loving. petty ness cot involve and crashed the world . materialisms, and impotenetcy.
everyone was the first right of themselves. first law and noblitiey. and then , and then , and then,
hear here Cranston Manor.
what loves for a House. left long aggo. to know the house is space and time and reconition. that focus is the first right of being . and all else follows. Noam chosmsky lets me blame that statement on him. I would think. Focus is the difference between wealth and poverty. Focus is food and shelter, focus is safty and Free truth to liberty.. and should be ..
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