he didn't know what he was looking for. only that he was still looking, because he hadn't found it yet.

so he wandered around, feeling his way through the night--always wishing he could find it. there was that voice whispering...urging him to look just a little longer. just hold on a little longer. and he did..kept looking. not because she told him to, but because he was just that determined. black in the dark--it had to be impossible. he's still searching. in his blind stumbling, he falls from time to time. never cries. never asks for direction--didn't see anyone to ask anyway. he keeps wandering... keeps searching. yesterday, he nearly gave up. someone stopped and looked at his eyes, gently kissed his forehead...wrapped him in their arms and spoke softly: you'll be alright, child. you'll find it. we'll find it. i'll stay--and i'll help you.

...

crossed someone's path the other night. he told me i was beautiful.

of course, he's gay [literally], and was most likely drunk at the time. not to mention i wasn't wearing anything elaborate--just jeans and a t-shirt. but you know, sometimes i'll just take what i can get.



breathe in, before you forget the taste of sweet air.