Back when I was 17, after I had just moved in with the father I barely knew, I would go running in the mornings during the free hour in-between the 6am Seminary and school. I'd pull on my old dance pants, my sports bra, and an old gym shirt and run around the track in … Continue reading Track Worms
It's been a long week. Spouse is working and sleeping, unable to do little else, and talk of the nation failing to upkeep the morals and notions held so foundly in the days of our fathers. Children raised with parents who are still little more than children themselves. A world in choas. Rumors of war. … Continue reading Been a Long Week
My cat is obsessed with killing a stuffed sheep a friend of mine gave my toddler. Not that the little boy cares if his fluffy sheep gets mauled by a zealous gray kitten, but I'm a little concerned for my friend.
He left behind a metal shop, this man who nature calls my father. All lasers, all tech, all connected via motherboards and towers full of chips. And I can't help but think, this was his. This was his world, where he dreamed, where he created... what? Why do I know so little? If someone were … Continue reading Metal Shop
Back in the days when I knew the passion confused boy, we had a story-telling dream. The details didn't seem all that clear to me, as they always are for those starting to believe in their ambitions, but he seemed to have a grasp enough on it to know that, wherever we went, we'd be … Continue reading Not a Demon
Every other day or so I forget that I don't like people. And say, "why don't I like them?' As I prance into what I believe is a dream of friendship laughter, circles of multicolor happiness, and pink charm. Funny, how it takes the real deal to remind me: I don't like people For the … Continue reading More on Social Anxiety
I don't like letting go of money. I know, I know, I'll pay, because I want it. But, just for a moment, remember I'm handsie and don't like letting go of money. Yes, yes, I know you need it as well. You did the job, you did what I want, now here it is, but … Continue reading I don’t like letting go of Money
Come here. Sit at the foot of my bed. The walls are strong, and it's quiet here. You can breathe. Because, I hear, that you hardly get enough air these days, and your poor chest is breaking for breath. So just come here a moment, sit at the foot of my bed, and breathe. Breathe. … Continue reading Breathe
Pretty sure that's a whole pound of poo he left in the shower. And there's an empty bottle of my expensive, velveteen bodywash, I thought I had put out of his reach. But nope, there's the stool to potty train him. That's how. And then there's all the bath toys wallowing in the pits of … Continue reading Poop
Rationalize the irrational sick brain. It says 'die' tell it 'no.' But a thought is still a thought, both 'die' and 'no,' leaving the heart alone in the chest, craving, craving. Only death really ends it. Now there's a reason. Rationalize that irrational screaming. They'll leave no love no warmth no peace the world's a … Continue reading Is This Mental Illness?
Author T.S. Lowe 