Hopeless

I slam the door shut. All the stress of the day has built up until right now, and finally I am by myself. It's only eight o'clock but it could easily be eleven. I hit the light switch before falling into bed. TAP. God, where are you? I stare straight up at the ceiling. My heartbeat is sporadic, like a child on the verge of tears yet unsure of why it is they're crying. A great flash lights up the entire room, shooting the reflection of the trees outside over the walls and ceiling. TAP TAP TAP. If you are so great then why do you allow them to do these things in your name? It's beginning to rain outside. Inhale. Exhale. I lift up my head to look out the window in time to see another streak of light. The wind is picking up. I sit up, back against the wall. For a moment nothing else matters. Another flash. I pick up my iPod and let it play for me whatever it wills. A light rhythm begins to play in my ear. I turn the volume up until the music consumes every inch of my being. The storm is picking. Do not let me give up hope in you because of them.