Thursday, September 01, 2005

New Orleans

Sister
by the Nixons

Here I am again,
Overwhelming feelings
A thousand miles away
From your ocean home
Part of me is near

Thoughts of what we were invade
The miles that stand between
We can't separate
Your all I hoped you'd become

Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage
Of memory
Sister I miss you

Fleeting visits pass
Still they satisfy
Reminders of the next
Overshadow goodbye
Our flames burn as one

Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage
Of memory
Sister I miss you

All I am begins with you
Thoughts of hope understood
Half of me breathes in you
Thoughts of love remain true

Here we are again saying goodbye
Still we fall asleep underneath the same sky
You're all I knew you'd become

Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage
Of memory
Sister I miss you

Entwined, you and I
Our souls speak from across the miles
Intertwined, you and I
Our blood flows from the same inside
Half of me, breathes in you
Thoughts of love remain true

I see you, I feel you
When I close my eyes
I see walking there...
I see you dancing in my mind


This song came on while I was reading this, and I don't know that I could have said it better myself.

New Orleans has always been the city I want to visit, to live in. I wanted to live in a run-down plantation with my sheep, my cats, and any other animal that needed love.

Is the French Quarter still intact? Does anyone know?

I have no words. There is nothing I can say that someone hasn't already said, and they said it ten times better.

How the FUCK can such tradgedy exsist? Between my dad and how I feel about this , the worst collection of headlines I have read in my life. They're looting the city while property owners take up arms.

I have only been alive 21 years, how is it possible that I have seen such horrible things happen in my lifetime? When I was in fifth grade, we had the OKC bombing (which was all to close to home), and then September 11th, and now this. Also, in my personal life. My grandfather has had far too much work on his heart done for me to be comfortable with. When I was in 7th grade, my mom was hurt pretty badly. We were fairly sure she'd be alive, but we weren't sure if there would be any permanant damage (there wasn't, thank god). A good friend of mine drowned when I was 16. My heart was broken in no less then three places when I was 18. And now my Dad is in the hospital.

I'm glad I know that nothing is permanant. And really, isn't that the meaning of life?

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