Not you at this hour

No one knows why,
not here,
not now.

Can we thank ourselves for that?

Somwhere tragedy is in progress, but it is complete here.

This disaster is mine,
this hour is all me,
but I want it all the same.

So much

So much of everything is so very unimportant. It is for this reason that I have been silent as long as I have. We are charged with discerning what is judgement; what is critical; and still what is just petty. Regardless, choices need to be made. I have pictures and video of chiuahua love that will kill others. I haven't prioritized that in the last few weeks because life means so much to me and when I fall apart or even get forgetful I am no character to deal with. I post this because I promised myself I would post here more than four months ago. I am not going to stop. If you follow me on facebook, look here first. I hate facebook.

We are still here.

Hello Hermosa World

You can call me Cassius.

Not you at this hour

No one knows why
It isn't here and it isn't now.

Can we thank ourselves for that?

Somewhere tragedy is in progress, we don't have to have that.

Tomorrow is already stronger.


This disaster is mine, this hour is all me
but I want it just the same.

An Undivided Heart

In this particular dream

we were on a city street

I was ahead of you, then

you caught up to me and made me stop

I looked into your eyes

And my heart was whole

Maxim 2

Everyday dies with sleep, be sure the emotions follow the sun's lead.