I have been pretty angry for the past few months. A couple weeks alone and I feel it coming and going now. My house hadn't seemed quite this quiet and lonely before tonight.
I hear you. Last December 8th I realized how quickly a home becomes a house. Just a mesaningless empty physical structure, actually. Endure.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac