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This morning I woke up to the same colour world.
Vibrations of reality shaking the sleep from my eyes.

You were sitting in a chair, reading a book.  Can I
assume that it was a way to ignore my presence?

I mumbled a "good morning" on my way to the coffee.
Inwardly I cringed at the bitter look on your face.

And so we began another day of acting in action.
The tumbled drama of getting along while living in

a vacuum of emotion. There are still commitments
we obligate ourselves to. Still shadows we claim as

our own as we run in our varied means of existing
together separately. I wonder sometimes at the necessity

of living in this echo of reality. Under the surface of
our skin we have created an entire masquerade of pretending.

Junk mail filters into our lives from the many crawling
noises that infiltrate the world. Bills require our attention

and our faces are ever turned towards the next meal and
who will actually do the cooking. Light the fire, put out

the flame. Either way we can eat in trembled silence as we
sip our juice and let the grapes stain our lips. Tomorrow I

shall remember to wear a happier disposition. Not for you,
but for the sake of my me. Life gets better without you.