I am Your Sunshine

I switched the night from Handel’s Messiah to Delays and Hope of the State which seemed to be a bad idea now cos my flight has been delayed for a whole hour. Gates of security check, all the restaurants and stores were shut; we were the only few people stuck here. It sucks. Had I ot with a nasty migraine but with my iBook and a couple of DVDs, I might be ok. It just sucks now. I have a book (Grab on to Me Tightly As If I Knew the Way… I just loved the name) and Punk Planet Nov/Dec issue to read, and few pieces of paper to write on, but i wanna do neither. (Though I AM writing.)

I turned off the mp3 player, Hope of the State shut abruptly. The air suddenly became quiet and full of noise at the same moment. I heard a soft female voice singing. “How nice.” I thouhgt. “At least we have some music to sooth our anxious minds while waiting.” then I realized it’s the mom sitting across singing to her daughter. (Actually they look kinda like lovers. I can’t really tell. Isn’t it peculiar?) My migraine’s alleviated a bit. I wonder if it’s because I released my ears from the headsets.

Waiting, we’re all waiting, in line and in life. We wait for someone to turn back, we wait for someone to catch up, we wait for our dinner to be ready, but by the time it’s ready, we’re not hungry anymore. When we’re stuck in space and/or in time, and the entire world seems empty and hopeless, we wanna grab onto something without having to give up something we really treasure. What are you willing to trade for something you need at the moment? How are you going to make that call? What do you base your decision on? Do you ever regret? Do you try to make it up or let it go? When that emptiness eats you from within, how are you going to fight back? You kick some butts and play a good game, but in the end, you’re still alone with your Armani coat. What will you do then?

in the darkest hour of the night
you find daylight

we still have Kevin Griffin.