there is beauty. in this world, yes. beauty in the streets of a southern town dripping with the yellow light of the setting sun. i see that now, dear heart. that feeling is now at war with the dissapointment that always shrouds my eyes. because i'm always so disgusted with human beings how they are so very, very, very fickle. and cruel. and hypocritical. dear god let me see the beauty and not the filth.