Press against them when we dance, make them think they stand a chance
Today is 9/11. It does not seem like it's been 7 years. I went to New York in the Spring of 2002 and visited the WTC Memorial. I have never cried so much in my life, before or since. Uncontrollable bursts of tears. I didn't know anyone in the towers that day, thank god, and I remember not really knowing why I was crying so much. But I cried. I cried while I was there, and on the subway back to the hotel, and at the hotel, and I just cried. Now I think it was because I didn't know what else to do. I was 13 and there were all these people all around me just freaking out, and I could feel it, I could feel their helplessness. Seven months later it was still everywhere in the air. I suppose it still is. I've been to New York many times since then, but I have never gone back to the memorial. I don't particularly want to, but I don't particularly not want to either... It's still a hard thing for me to wrap my brain around, as evidenced by this slightly erratic post. I do truly believe that all people are good people. I believed that before 9/11, and I believe it today. But it is hard to understand how good people could do such awful things. I don't have any answer or solution to questions like that, and I suppose if I had known someone in the towers I might feel differently. But I kind of hope not. Maybe I don't believe that all people are good people. Maybe I don't believe in good and bad. Maybe I just believe that people are people and to classify them one way or another is completely unfair. I don't know. I just know that I've felt like shit all day today. And I feel like I can't breathe way too much lately.