The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

Time has slowly taken the human touch out of everything. Painting, drawing, writing has all become computerized. How soon then are we to follow.

You can't scare me tonight Mister ghost for I'm haunted more than you. I fear not these rooms full of spirits whom are briefly passing through, for I am the oldest haunt around; the one who built this place, The one who once laughed and loved here now echoing solemly across the empty space. Another time another place things were much different here, A beautiful place raveged by time, be damned now all who enter here.

You in the dining room table chair Me on the uncomfortable sofa we both hate. You play guitar and rain falls in rhythm on the roof. I think to myself silently: The rest of world can have their fancy dinner parties; their summer homes they  never use; and their mixed cocktails. I'd rather have take out food, our tiny cottage and fine herbs with you any day. Being with you is everything. We are the royal ones my love. Rich in spirit, rich in passion, rich in love. We are unfathomably deep in riches that many will never even know. Bathed in light. Our light. You. Me. Us.