1 Aug

Space, the frontier that feels like it’s there.

Some land mass and the endless seas.

Countries, bordered and separate.

Cities and villages not so defined.

Faded out suburbia all in one.

Buildings you fly by

without a care.

The walls are


But not

In this


Tight, controlled and still. The tension hung thick in the air of this divided moment.

We are worlds apart and we always were.

This was my response to today’s daily prompt: a house divided.

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