Fear

The world around me is filled with violence.
First the violence of the other night, then my neighbors had a throw down fight before leaving to the west coast for two weeks. Then tonight i come home to an empty cop car beside my house. (To keep people from running the stop sign, I'm assuming) and other neighbors having a screaming match in the front yard.
And people wonder why I'm a hermit. Who wants to be subjected to that sort of drama. Not I.
And now for sleep. The sleep of the innocent.