numb
things have been weird lately, with the hurricane down south, it hit exactly where i grew up, my hometown, house i grew up in, school i went to, parks i played in, they are all gone, flattened, 80% of the town gone...my family is still down there, cousins, aunts, uncles, step brother, child hood friends, all physically okay and all will never be the same again. their town, their homes are gone
watching it on the news is depressing and heartbreaking, no one up here really gets it, its just another newspaper headline, but think about seeing portland, old orchard, biddeford, wiped out, nothing left but mud and debris...picture the places you visited the most as a child, the grocery store you always went to, the school u graduated from, all in pieces, those people didnt deserve that and i question my faith in whatever it is that im supposed to believe in, i think we really are here alone, no one watching over us....
my stepdad is down there right now, helping is son pick up whats left of his life down there, my little cousins dont have a first grade classroom anymore, and i feel guilty for living my life as nothing happened, i feel helpless and it makes me question everything
the one person who i thought would ask how my family was after all this was the one person who didnt ask at all...now i know
i feel alone, lonely for those people down there who are left with nothing, i feel awkward to laugh and be happy while there is so much anguish, death, and loss...
watching it on the news is depressing and heartbreaking, no one up here really gets it, its just another newspaper headline, but think about seeing portland, old orchard, biddeford, wiped out, nothing left but mud and debris...picture the places you visited the most as a child, the grocery store you always went to, the school u graduated from, all in pieces, those people didnt deserve that and i question my faith in whatever it is that im supposed to believe in, i think we really are here alone, no one watching over us....
my stepdad is down there right now, helping is son pick up whats left of his life down there, my little cousins dont have a first grade classroom anymore, and i feel guilty for living my life as nothing happened, i feel helpless and it makes me question everything
the one person who i thought would ask how my family was after all this was the one person who didnt ask at all...now i know
i feel alone, lonely for those people down there who are left with nothing, i feel awkward to laugh and be happy while there is so much anguish, death, and loss...