darkness turns to light.

he sits at home watching the clouds float over the sun, waiting for something to happen. waiting for his phone to buzz, waiting for some sign he should get up and light one of his last vanilla incense. he's just a piece of the man he hopes he'll someday be. as he walks down the street the old ladies stop him, calling him girl, chatting his eat off with stories of divorce and how men are evil. they warn him to be prepared for when he goes off to get married, little do they know that he's just trying to be one of the good men to a girl seeking solace in his arms.  he lays back, thinking over the days events, wishing there was something he could do to make his life seem worthwhile, change something drastic. he wants to bring a little peace to the women who keep telling themselves they aren't good enough, he wants to paint portraits of their lives on the big screen, he wants to make their life's count. every shred of his being is stuck, waiting for some way to turn the wheels of inspiration fast enough to create a whole rather than snippets that don't quite fit together.  so he'll keep thinking, keep wishing, keep holding onto hope.  <3 <3