i'm saying this first.
because it is good. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLISON!! The Big 20!! I
love you!!!
in remembrance.
you are sitting at your desk.
maybe sipping your coffee and contemplating which donut to eat.
all of a sudden a fucking plane crashes into the very building that
you are in.
you get up and run for cover. a fire starts and is heading right
for you.
all you can hear is screaming and fire crackling.
you can't even keep your thoughts straight.
survival instincts kick in.
you are teetering on the edge of the building.
a window used to be here.
fire and explosion have blown it out.
you can't fight the fire any more.
so you jump out of the window on the 94th floor.
is it better to die from a 94 floor fall or burn to death?
i am sitting in my psych class.
my teacher says that she's cutting class short so we can all get back
to our televisions.
i look around quizzically.
she proceeds to explain what i didn't see.
i leave class.
i sit in front of a television with 6 random strangers.
peter jennings reports that a plane has crashed 25 miles from my campus.
i freak out.
i dizzily get back to my dorm room.
i cry with my mom on the phone.
i cry with my dad on the phone.
i just don't understand.
and what happens now?
a rewrite for our children's history books. a day only comparable
to our grandparent's Pearl Harbor. a cloud of black is over our entire
nation. not just the atlantic coast.