the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening. they have a young boy and a girl. by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house are out. the next morning both man and wife rise early again and go to work. they return in early evening. By 9 p.m. all the lights are out.
the house next door makes me sad. the people are nice people, I like them.
but I feel them drowning. and I can't save them.
they are surviving. they are not homeless.
but the price is terrible.
sometimes during the day I will look at the house and the house will look at me and the house will weep, yes, it does, I feel it.