Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Hold On

This world, this world is cold But you don’t, you don’t have to go You’re feeling sad you’re feeling lonely And no one seems to care You’re mother’s gone and your father hits you This pain you cannot bare But we all bleed the same way as you do We all have the same things to go thru Hold on...if you feel like letting go Hold on...it gets better than you know Your days you say they’re way too long And your nights you can’t sleep at all (hold on) And you’re not sure what you’re looking for But you don’t want to no more And you’re not sure what you’re waiting for but you don’t want to no more But we all bleed the same way as you do And we all have the same things to go through Hold on...if you feel like letting go Hold on...it gets better than you know Don’t stop looking you’re one step closer Don’t stop searching it’s not over...hold on What are you looking for? What are you waiting for? Do you know what you’re doing to me? Go ahead...what are you waiting for? Hold on...if you feel like letting go Hold on...it gets better than you know Don’t stop looking you’re one step closer Don’t stop searching it’s not over... Hold on...if you feel like letting go Hold on...it gets better than you know...hold on ~Hold On, Good Charlotte The air is heavy. Inside the house and out. Tension poisions it...There's an oderless stink in the air, and i can tell that i'm not the only one who feels like a mouse, being played with before the cat eats him. Hurricane Rita is on it's way, and there's nothing to do but sit back and wait for it to hit. My friends are evacuating and i wish i could, if anything to just be able to go to Kakashi's, at least she's not on a flood plain. But my backyard's a bayou and a lake, and during Tropical Storm Allision in...oh, i suppose it was either 2001 oe 2002, this house was flooded up to the kitchen counters... Mizuki still wants to come down, and i really dont want her too. Even Kakashi's worried about something bad happening to her. It's just...i fear for her safety... Otherwise, i fear for the safety of all i knew and love. I've lived in houston all my life, i was born here, i'm being raised her and i intend to die here someday. But everywhere i go there's pictures of Hurricane Katrina, and a lump forms in my throat...Since the katrina evacuees have come to houston, my friends and i have called it "The big and not-so-easy", we just never thought about how "not-so-easy" it would get... an hour and ahalf away from school starting and i'm trying to prepare myself mentally for the idiot in the class who always overreacts to things. Like it'll help any. Panic never helps anyone do anything anyway. I cant think of a more useless thing to do then panic. Yesterday i was set up as incharge of orginizing the library at school. And i start to wonder now, Will there even be a library to setup? Will there even be a school to walk into? So many questions float about the air, and each one makes a little more of that lump in my throat. Texas' biggest city...i feel like that poisioned air is everywhere now...that heavy silenced air...that houston air... I look outside and i see Houston's trade mark purple skies, the ones that i have grown up with. the same skies that have lullibied me to sleep so many times before. The purple starts to fade into the sun. The raising sun. the prologue of a new day. The breakfast of the birds and the dinner of the bats. It's gorgeous. A bird flies by the window, not making a sound. I start to wonder if all the birds are just being quiet, because i haven't heard any since monday, or, if they're just migraiting to someplace safer. Someplace away from the poision air... Hurricane Rita...if you were a person, i'd hope that you could be here in houston right now, as Texas awaits mother nature's final call.

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