The Morning

it's the early morning...5:29am...things are quiet. not much moving. i like it. the early morning is the best time of the day for me i think. nothing has gotten fucked up yet...there is potential for some good to come of it. it's fresh. i guess it's the same reason i enjoy being around and have crushes on the younger girls (18-20 year olds...nothing younger). they haven't been touched by this cruel place yet. there's this tiny light in them and one prays to the gods that her purity and beauty can be seen by everyone the way i see it, and one prays that that purity and beauty would go and kill off all the war and greed and inhumanities in this dark place and that flowers would bloom all around, and trees would rise up from their ashes and be green and breathe fresh air to us again. when i'm around someone like that i have a feeling that there is still hope. and there is. People just need to look up and see it, and grab hold of it. That is how i feel about the morning. things are still, and quiet. i like it.