You may remember that I love to look at various types of home architecture. Especially in my neighborhood, there are no two houses that look alike (well, except for the townhomes, which come with three floor plans).
I got to walking in my neighborhood
dreaming in my own little world as usual
wondering about the lives of the inhabitants inside the homes
Are they happy?
Now that they’ve “arrived”, have they found the contentment they had sought?
Or have prior conflicts and shattered relationships just followed them?
And how is the house of my heart?
Dusty and cold?
Or filled with sponges that soak up everything around it?
I don’t mind being a sponge
but sometimes I wish I wouldn’t be so absorbent
pay attention to what’s going on with me
yet still care what happens to my loved ones
Can there please be a happy medium?
I look for that every day
I don’t want to be carried out with the tide