scribble and scrape

the game is afoot.

after a long, garbage day at work and come home and put my tired face in my sleeping wife’s upturned hand. she mumbles an i love you and i am calm and content. that, o little friends and brothers..is what i’m talking about.

life is fine. a joy in fact..my love is on her way home, and we will drink wine and dance and someday when i am old and dying i know these will be the days i reminisce on..which is sad and wonderful all at once..

so i will kiss her hard. and long. and dance like a total fool. and shed a tear when i kiss her goodnight. because why not? because my life is here..and i wouldn’t change a thing.


The Roses of Heliogabalus (1888), Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 
The Roses of Heliogabalus (1888), Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 

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