It's strange watching the two empty houses in front of mine just sit there, unkept, unlived, empty, and waiting for warmth of human bodies. The pain peels and depression sets in. The roof loses the will to lift the sky, and the kitchen is thinner and thinner everyday.
The yards are the only things alive in the house. Yes, in the house, but outside there are flowers still blooming, and grass still growing. They're waiting, but I don't think for people to occupy the load on the yards' back. It think they're waiting for the seasons to change so that they can go dormant, take a break from the outside world for awhile.
back to watching Beerfest.
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