9.11
Every year, September comes, and every year I think 'this year, it won't be weird.' This year, the day will come and go and I won't think about it.
Of course, it is weird. I do think about it.
Today, I lose my ability to be articulate. I forget how to say things eloquently, how to explain my thoughts and feelings using the words that I so carefully choose and so proudly master on other days.
Today, I am quiet.
Because there are no words that can say all the things that I want to say. And the sentence I would like to write--it never comes.
Of course, it is weird. I do think about it.
Today, I lose my ability to be articulate. I forget how to say things eloquently, how to explain my thoughts and feelings using the words that I so carefully choose and so proudly master on other days.
Today, I am quiet.
Because there are no words that can say all the things that I want to say. And the sentence I would like to write--it never comes.