The. Time. Is. Now.

She was a good time.

He couldn't tell time.

She was the right time.

He never had time.

She wouldn't be a long time.

He waited for the next time.

She was beyond time.

He couldn't save time.

She escaped time.

He lost time.

The sand in the hourglass now makes him itch.

The hourglass became a self righteous bitch.

It was his last time.

And, sadly, he thought he still had time.

Eventually...

His time began to stagger.

He tried to save it in a bottle.

Habitually, he swallowed today into tomorrow.

The hands of time turned debaucherous and unkind.

The three blind mice lost their mind. Ticking. Tocking.

But, see how they run?

A day late, and a dollar short, is not fun.

Even Jim Croce had been around enough to know...

The present moment does not exist, when you hold time like this.

His time went limp.

He wanted one more time.

Because no time comes again.

She sought refuge in the nights she spent alone. And, Suzanne fell in love. She became her own, forever.

Leonard Cohen left his lyrics on the ...

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind. But you know she can't trust you. There was no time to touch her perfect body with his mind.

He did not no how to give time to cancer.

Without him, Suzanne, was falling in love with herself.

She held out her hand. And she touched perfect body with her mind.

In this perfect presence, there is no demands on time.

The clock strikes 13, and she knows she's half crazy.

Liberating herself from time, she let all go

She is Diosa.

Wild. Spontaneous. Uncontrollable.

She couldn't share time with a 'life jacket required' kinda guy.

Time between the two, could only fly.

And in that presence was the only way to provide refuge and liberation to her mind.

He'll never travel with her. He can't travel blind. He knows she'll never trust, him cause cancer confused her perfect body in his mind.

He didn't have time.

I know I am half-crazy. I am aware of my balance between reality and dream. But there is no balancing what is unseen. We fall, we scream. #fuckcancer Nah, I'd rather not.

Like a Westside late night blurred view, fucking cancer is a waste of time. Cancer is not a one night stand. It seeps into every piece of you, all of sudden #fuckcancer, to me, was like, Fuck you. Cancer is in between the sheets in the morning, it is with you in every afternoon delight, and it's the only booty call that answers every night. I choose to

#lovecancer. She is Suzanne.

Liberation flows like honey deep inside the knowing.

Cancer has always been my lover.

And I'll let the river answer. I'll find refuge in the rags and ribbons, and

Suzanne shines brighter. Her journey makes her lighter. Cancer has opened new doors on her journey. Inviting you to enter, there are white coats in the hallways, there is fear in the eyes of those that love you. There is a stale room of caution, there is the smell of a coffin.

And it goes this way to often. A stranger with an education of medical insight is the answer to my last plight. Truth, but it's far from the only one. Your perfect body is not that unkind. So extend your faith to knowledge and medical breakthroughs...but there is no medical advantage stronger than the skin you live in.

Your soul has the answer. I believe

Cancer, I want to listen to you.

I want to travel with you.

I know you want to save me, not take me.

And I know you will teach me, the greatest love I have ever Known.

And I know I can trust you. I am alone. But.

We are one. I am no victim in this journey we've become.

Come run with me, cancer. I know my soul has the answer.

I will not #fuckCancer, I rather let its wisdom teach me..

Thar she's always been my lover...cancer takes my heart and shows

mew where to look, among the garbage and flowers.

There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror, and asks Diosa to let the cancer answer....

Leonard Cohen's lyrics drape your light with honor, I shine in the rhythm...everybody has the option. But.

Nobody knows.

Cancer's wisdom is unique to each it touches.

Nobody knows another's journey. Yet they see the wild outfit of the emperor's new clothes.

Nobody knows.

So, I take the hand I never expected to feel..

I am learning to dance with my cancer.

And it's my dance to master...

I will learn to live with laughter, humbleness and faith.

I am guided by many higher spirits that play the music of my soul.