2005
-Balcony-
Feels like the end of the world. The atmosphere is like something out of a movie. People have no idea what to do. Some are packing as much shit as they can into their cars. Others are just walking around trying to find out whats going on. These are people that have been through this before. The looks on their faces...as if a comet is coming down on our heads. I've survived two, but something feels very weird about this one.
I can feel the wind picking up. It actually feels good compared to the heat we've been having. In a few hours the streets are going to be empty and the whole Metairie is going to look like a ghost town.
...I have always wanted to see what it's like to live in an empty city. As a kid I would daydream about waking up, walking out side and not seeing a single soul. Walking into random houses, driving the really expensive cars, taking what ever toys I wanted, and so on. Thats exactly what is going to happen after this thing is over.
Ah, you too huh? ...Every day I come home, I see you sitting there, watching the life around you. Probably because you think your's is almost over. I've herd about you. Maybe not to the same degree, but I know how it feels. I've been there...not as much as you, but I have. Nothing to be proud of I know, but the choices we made in the past...were necessary.
Saturday, March 1
She Came, She Conquered
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