My night owl habits are catching up with me. This morning I fell asleep holding a cup of coffee. I woke up as coffee was flowing into my lap.
I guess it would be OK to be a night owl if I didn't have to get up for work at five every morning. But I can't help it. I am a Leo. The night is my domain.
My ex used to hound me to get some sleep. I think perhaps that encouraged me to stay up. And now staying up is a permanent condition. You can't herd a cat.
Today the news of U.S. soldiers' torture and sexual abuse of Iraqi prisoners is leaking graphically into the public eye. I find the effect of that to be paralyzing. There is no way to comprehend it. It is as if we are peering into another moral universe, in which all ethics and humanitariansim have dissolved. How can this be us? But it is us.
Today the mountains are covered with green, and the river oddly smells like the beach. The trees I planted have new leaves. Simone the cat goes outside to eat grass, and ChiCha the dog wags his tail as he growls. The rock doves are so fat they don't fit on the ledge. There must be some way to redeem ourselves.
I guess it would be OK to be a night owl if I didn't have to get up for work at five every morning. But I can't help it. I am a Leo. The night is my domain.
My ex used to hound me to get some sleep. I think perhaps that encouraged me to stay up. And now staying up is a permanent condition. You can't herd a cat.
Today the news of U.S. soldiers' torture and sexual abuse of Iraqi prisoners is leaking graphically into the public eye. I find the effect of that to be paralyzing. There is no way to comprehend it. It is as if we are peering into another moral universe, in which all ethics and humanitariansim have dissolved. How can this be us? But it is us.
Today the mountains are covered with green, and the river oddly smells like the beach. The trees I planted have new leaves. Simone the cat goes outside to eat grass, and ChiCha the dog wags his tail as he growls. The rock doves are so fat they don't fit on the ledge. There must be some way to redeem ourselves.
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Anyway I thought I would post a poem on here just for you
Breaking thoughts into segments, divided and unsure, destruction of time, wasted by life's quirks. To the point it is not, leaps and bounds pushing the point apart spreading it thin so as not able to see. Unprevoked life taunts and tempts always keeping out of reach.
Hope you enjoy, and hope to hear from ya soon Sexy