Each passing moment
we gamble

a continuous fight for progress
disguised simply as
change.

Each passing moment we
question,
though speak without thought
or act
without reason.

Each passing moment
we could lose everything --

including our minds,

some addicts must die
so that some may live,

and the criminals and the whores
and the mad dogs,

beautiful creatures of the underworld
expedited
from this social acceptance
named humanity.

Each passing moment
for some,
floats on by
without recognition.

Each passing moment
we are living,

though some of us

just plain

dying.

cautiously optimistic

Last weekend I was at home, feeling satisfied by the bland yet cold weather.

There's something beautiful about a white sky and white grounds, all things dead in congregation.

Schvee is here and moved in, but we aren't quite settled yet. It will take the rest of the week to unpack and install shelving units, ect. Already I am feeling much better than I have in months, thanks to a little push and a little sister. Already I am feeling more optimistic and motivated, though little action has taken place in the past two days.

Let's hope I ride this high for as long as possible.