You dream so many things. Leaving me to hold my tongue and confess I don't believe. Because you dream to cope, and I dream for direction. You, to imagine meaning to your strife. And I to put a place to strive for. You don't remember, I can't forget. That I in my weakness can only … Continue reading My Spouse, the Dreamer
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
His mother's red dress is two sizes too big for me. I wear it anyways, flattered to wear that which was left behind; once well beloved but forgotten, but I cannot sew. And I find I am too fond to put it off: my husband's mother's red dress.
Author T.S. Lowe 