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:: 9.11.2002 ::
one year ago today, I was at such a loss. I sat on the edge of my bed and didn't say a word as I watched.
that afternoon, I sat in spanish class and reflected the faces of everyone around me. I wrote a poem.
9.11.01
Crumbled concrete covers the ground
Sounds of sirens muffled by headfuls of why
A symbol of peace in an ignited mound
Thick clouds of darkness inhabit the skies
Thousands of fallen faces parade through my mind
Leaving space more vacant than a room of Amontillado wine
'For the love of God,' their thoughts as they watch the situation unwind
'For the love of God,' their thoughts as they piloted their suicide
it seemed no matter who I talked to or what they said, no one had the words I needed to hear. it was that evening that I found a new appreciation for online journals. throughout the night and the days following, I browsed through numerous journals. I read feelings of sadness, depression, anger, carelessness, revenge.. and no matter how those people felt, regardless if I agreed with their views, it served a consolation that I hadn't found until then. if I could, I would list every page that I read and I would thank them. instead, I offer a general thanks to the people who put their minds out there for others like myself who were looking for a place to find peace.
:: posted by Michael at 4:31 PM
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